Seventeen numbers after

the loss of all electrical outage,

a firefly stopped counting on its forebears.

"It is too bright," it said flatly.

The universe unturned

and the wet death sparks off bubbles became bubbles.

Lights became rocks, rocks became heat, and the moon turned into peanuts.

"Peanuts?" said the moon--making tumult in waters

far below--the ocean.

It crunched the thought hugely,

dragging the face of the bigger fish, Earth,

into a smile.

"There now," said the big fish, twirling its white gills of cloud

in a path of meteors.

"My firefly

became an independent thinker in the future."

"Your firefly," said the Moon,

"has been trying to fuck with me for secrets since the very beginning."

"The firefly loves for peanuts," said the Earth. "You have always been nuts."