Damn it if the world is just
What and as it seems to be.
A tear zips down the starred face,
A gout of light in the night,
A smear that glows and is gone,
That shows and goes with no sound.
It’s that time of year. Stars shoot.
I saw them do this one year
When I was young and in lust
And they seemed to speed like prayers,
And fall like charms, and say things
In my ear that had no sound.
That was the world in my mind.
This is the world in your mind
Now, if you’ve come this far—world
That flares, gone. Shish! There’s a star.
