This soft, crisp autumn
Ground cooling into deep sleep
Ebb point of cycle
This calm, quiet fall
Gone beyond the precipice
Past the horizon
Relativity
So ironically said
Perceptions vary
“You” versus “me”, or,
“She”, “He”, “They”, “Them”, “Us”, or “We”;
Sad dichotomy
Gone, gone, gone beyond,
The universe of my world:
A collapsing star
Noble Polaris
Conspiratorial wink
Shifting positions
So say I, turning,
Upon this crazy dirt ball
Hurtling through space
I reached for those stars
Made a couple of my own
As if that matters
Metaphor season
Synchronized, the slow nodding,
Life is but a dream