gravity moves these stars in ways the ancients could ever have surmised
my eyes latch onto one and track her progress across the plexiglass sky
hoping we will win the race yet blithe accepting absorption by another on our way to paradise
such chaos mere inches away and yet a million miles from this comfort. orchestrated randomness illuminated by the passing glance
of sunlit streetlamps blazing apathy and farewelling any second chance
they lower their heads in thought or sleep undisturbed by the downpour yet startled to life by our softspoken creaks
let shake these old forsaken suns; let crash these minute waves on plastic shores; let run these cosmic rivulets down steel and airbag cheeks!
regardless of this pouring weight’s depth and breadth and height
we drive on through the heedless unpeopled night