I look into the nebula of divinity
Stars,
dreams
and
harbourage of lovers and poets
Pieces of moonshine collect at my feet
it ain’t no substitute.
As the lovers and poets mourn at the moon
thereby follows weakness.
Gather patches of grey, my Lord
paint them to the moon
hesitate not
And I shall fly into them stars —
Out there the cosmos stretches
with depth and tender bleakness
I roam as a red dwarf evanishes
and behold as a supernova blazes
Steaming and steaming embers climb
’tis like ashes to ashes
and dust to dust. And humans
ain’t nothing but more mannered dust
Old friend vastness,
from cosmos to chaos
and from forms to gyres
ain’t it all the same across the world
She bids him to take love easy
as gyres widen beyond retrieval
And he is young and foolish
with cosmos he would not agree