Tracy K. Smith - The Universe is a House Party lyrics

The universe is expanding. Look: postcards And panties, bottles with lipstick on the rim, Orphan socks and napkins dried into knots. Quickly, wordlessly, all of it whisked into file With radio waves from a generation ago, Drifting to the edge of what doesn't end, Like the air inside a balloon. Is it bright? Will our eyes crimp shut? Is it molten, atomic, A conflagration of suns? It sounds like the kind of party Your neighbors forget to invite you to: ba** throbbing Through walls, and everyone thudding around drunk On the roof. We grind lenses to an impossible strength, Point them toward the future, and dream of beings We'll welcome with indefatigable hospitality: How marvelous you've come! We won't flinch At the pinprick mouths, the nubbin limbs. We'll rise, Gracile, robust. Mi casa es su casa. Never more sincere. Seeing us, they'll know exactly what we mean. Of course, it's ours. If it's anyone's, it's ours.