#64

A sky, tonight,
heavy with the weight
of stars, crushing
down and each breath
is agony,
is terror.
No doubt there are
others out,
staring at these
remote impassive suns,
alone in the night,
united by isolation.
But we are each
absorbed into the darkness,
breifly absolved
of essence
and existence,
aswim in a sea of stars.

St. Pete Airport Blues

The world is not as simple
as some may glibly say.
Things do not divide so well
from weak or strong
or predator or prey;
for all that conquers also falls
as sure as night turns day
and all that falter sometimes fly
when fate turns again their way.
Light or dark, fit or fool,
beautiful or fey-
remember tides both rise and fall
and mountains, too, decay.