You spent three nights
Pressed to a telescope
Searching the darkest scatterings of universe
For patchwork
As if we’ve lost something in the seams
There is more to know
Than we have time to consider
More to live
Than breaths to get us there
Without a lens
Paint dries
Colors mix
Ink bleeds
Punctuation surpasses words
Surpasses ego
Gravity
Will keep us
In orbit
The stars
Do not care
How we connect them
Only
That we let them burn
return to poetry home