Distractions
Instead of contemplating the infixities
of unknown fates and angers
the whys and whuzzits and boohoohoohoos of old blown up stars
look up! Clouds are parting.
See that brightness just past Andromeda
and headed down fast? Hurry. We can run no more
here, my dear
hold my loving *****
my cupped hand
this money bag
this fig leaf