Thrown off course
Thrown from the center
Pushed towards the limb
Pushed towards the edge
Losing luminosity
But where’re the warning signs
As you slide down the curtain
Of a waterfall
With a kiss like a snowflake
Still planted on your cheek
Are we all not mere products
Of broken hearts
Starting our mornings
In the moonlight
Under the dinosaur stars
Who made these calculations
Creation without measure
Or do all specifics
Fall into place post-heaven
The cluster is closed
And somehow you move
Out of the nursery
Company you lose
Constantly peeling off layers
Leaves no room to choose