You know nothing
I know less
Seems the whole world spins on
An uneducated guess
Connected dots replace
Moon’s curiousness
An upon a shooting star
I wished for death

Flickering rotation
Signals all is strangely fixed
Like a warrant on my life
For obscured charges
They love to say they care
As they play in hyacinths
Upon the ashen horse I pray
More time for forgiveness