poem derived from mishearing a neil young song lyric

"I AM THE KING OF INFINITE SPACE"

We were young & we were shattered.
We took our lives & we settled down.
“I like your town & your trees & your
bodies of water” the way the music
drains out across a field. No vision here.
The house we built no more
than a maintenance shack. Insect shells.
Dry road. No visions.
I don’t believe I understand. God
was happening all at once & even
though we didn’t believe, he made us
good in the wind, made us something big
& dead & so comes love, so comes
this anniversary. So comes again
up, empty, open on the face of the waters.
Open across the breadth of the sea.