The marks left by stars
last only as long as
the dust stays hot.

I will be the heat
and follow down the paths
walked by water,
by lightning!
Up from the roots
to shoot through the trunk
and out into the tips
of the tips
of the split points
where the leaves meet the sky;
and i'll wonder why..

Is the ocean really
so humble?
The rivers flow downhill
because they're trying to cool
the sun inside,
at the very bottom;
the ocean is only the atmosphere
of a silent surface.

I will dwell there now,
until the marks left by stars
are no longer white,
no longer blue,
no longer to be seen,
and i will follow the heat
into the dark.