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.