He is uber-explosion: his faces
on bus-stops, bodies on screens,
mind on view.
She is a photograph taken with him
at the Oscars. She is moon,
murmur, faint amid all his so-bright
wind. She is muse,
murmur, focus, fathom,
theme. She is the moon
of the glow in his dream.
There are marks on her face,
her Sea of Tranquillity face.