it's as though all the stars are aligned except one
every time the steps fail, every time it seems, doesn't it?
we're all lost, foolish dancers, bustling- far away from the sun
just planets dancing, burning too hard, scorching paths
into dark corners and flung across galaxies we are cast
I know our eyes will meet when it's over and done
God's hand has finished sculpting, his work here at last complete
and we lay down to sleep, sleep, sleep, as somewhat-one.