The Einstein Cross

Butyraceous rabbitbrush
Was yellowing the desert,
Carpeting sand with autumn
Even where no woods showed out.

The fall’s splendiferousness
Blossomed horizontally
Without an actual fall.
Without an actual fall,

Humans found themselves cast out
Of their own embodied selves
To become this flying carpet
Of the mind’s word-woven thoughts

That can contain a story,
Utterly impossible,
For why rabbitbrush yellows
Alongside a plausible,

Mathematically grounded
Explanation of lensing,
Explaining the blossoming
Of a four-leaved Einstein’s Cross.