Sole stars shine together in a nightly swirl sharing light with the collective whorl as each wink in turn. I am only my mother's son in this moment. As is everyone a bright point in the lineage of our family, looking up at a familiar heavenly mirror.
Even the heavens fade. Minds reflect on this godly tact. Entropy is a fact that we fight or are we acting? Afraid to admit how warm the embrace of coldness? Clinging silence saturates space between bodies, between sparks of life. Fretful existentialism balanced by... nothing. Whole galaxies begin, submit, only a simple hello reaches me in the twilight.
Countless hellos overwhelm. Connecting with the universe through metaphor is beautiful but after all, we are only human. Messy in our emotion. The restless observer should practice patience to find peace under heaven.
Stoic stars accept a proper pace of degrade. Us people struggle to fade with grace.