Beneath the sky

When I was young and ignorant

The Earth was flat.

Trees hadn’t made any sounds,

Even after collapsing then

Inside a lonesome wood.

When I was sick I saw no signs;

But of course the black and gold letter

Below the telescope stood out.

It said not to look at the sun

Through my demonic lens,

Or your eyes would burn

Into charred cinders.

Beneath the sky I knew nothing

About insight, and intrigue, and instinct.

Always one step closer, farther

From the truth up there.

I looked once more in the lens,

Toward space’s greatest inferno.

In a moment the Earth grew round,

Stretched its ends to their seams,

Stitched the Pacific and Atlantic together,

Blew the boundaries apart,

and Bled entire nations into one.

When I removed myself from the stars

The vision faded before me,

Exploring through the woods

Brought me no prior solace;

All the trees had fallen, silently.

I felt the ground shift underneath me.

Restoring itself to my youthful simplicity,

Once my face grew wrinkles.

When I was older the telescope

Disappeared with my vision and my innocence

And the summer sun.

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above or below

they’re sitting in the basement rooftops

of sky-high-scrapers built ten times taller than

the Empire State and then some, I haven’t measured

fifty-three million tons of concrete under their

asses and fifty-three million more above them

somewhere soaring rapid in waves of sound,

rays of light below the sun, moon, and gloomy stars,

everything below something else, everything

above or beneath each other, except the

Empire State.

Moonshadow

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Shadows, shadows beneath

Moonless nights, all dark and disturbing

Stars falling in the gloomy distance

Sunless afternoons, lightened and grand

In destructive and apocalyptic conditions

And wave to the moon before it passes away,

Say your last words to the white and black

Under its dark shadow

Nothing lights except the stars, the people,

Miles and acres and light-years away and below

Magnificent glorious sunless shadows of the moon.

Meteor Shower

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The sky is falling all into one,

Conjoining and collapsing each other all

In a quick second in the late late night

And if outside looked this way every night

Then every night would be happy

And wonderful and magnificent.

 

For two stars collide together,

Flying two different paths

But they are both headed somewhere

Two stars shoot away, all at once,

Following as brothers, connected

But the falling ones all land

In one unending graveyard;

 

The night sky is a cemetery

Of entertainment and dancing

A space-coliseum of dueling and bravado,

A miser’s mansion bustling with song,

A skyscraper revitalizing a near village,

A vast ocean to swim and drown yourself in,

Full of glimmering metallic shards

Memories encased in crystal and rapid light

Soaring westward, eastward,

Farther and farther from their distant homes

Into ours

To the night sky I saw tonight,

 

And if the world ended in a week

I could die satisfied with this vision of

Heaven on earth forever in mind,

Its essence entrapped in a memory.

*Interestingly enough, this one was written back in December during the Geminid meteor shower. It was a truly wonderful and incomparable sight.