Encorporated owning entities align,
to face this pesky point perceived as cause
to effects usually affectionately sought as joy…

little boy and girl joy, sleeping under shaggy
old man frowning face, sagging, not frowning…

second thinking ellipticals and tri-punctual ellipses…

Threes of reality, see,
you and me and this medium, logos shapeless in form.
****, as dust,
proof as stars expand
and we assume some part of us, must
survive,
someday.

So finished,
so finally past all reasons why not,
now cause feeling, the expression, words
spoken from this wheeling center to the rim,
pointing away,
reminding me of a galaxy recently observed,
relayed to me by way of useful magic
from a mathematically fixed position
on the elliptical orbit edge a million miles away.

A thousand paces, left to left, left right left,
a thousand thousand thousand pace miles away,
looking into the outer darkness
between our childhood starry heaven
Sun and moon and stars. And us as dust.
Mere thought in formation, you and us.
Threes of reality, see,
you and me and this medium, logos shapeless in form.
****, as dust, swirling sun-size motes, truth
evidential signal proof old stars expand
and we assume some part of us, must
survive the inevitable mortal fact
someday.

Nevermind, give the end this point
to stand on,
and watch it pop.
Proof, uno mas, the point
of any thing pierces every thing.
We live in our inherited wind, with a will
to wind the clocks that twist the threads and change
the angles of reflection,
to arrange blue skies here, today.