From the earth the stars
look like they could reach out to one another
and hold hands,
link fiery arms,
and share burning kisses.

But I imagine they're lonely,
just minute blinking lights to one another,
fires extinguished,
in a single breath,
flames dulled to nothing,
like pinched candles.

Can you feel what they do,
As they watch each brother die?
Not close enough to know,
not close enough to hold,
not close enough to save?

I can.

Some are smiling
Some are frowning
Some beguiling
These words that must go down
Some are filled with pathos,
Others red with rage
Some are marching armies
Striding across the page
Sometimes they have battles,
Sometimes they make war
Sometimes win, sometimes lose
And end up on the floor
Some are wild, out of control
Some are good, some are poor
Some a gateway to the door
Releasing the poet’s soul
Some are growing angel wings
Love comes shining through
Some are filled with lovely things
Others painted blue
Some you share, some pass around
Some go wrong, some go right
Many will haunt your dreams tonight
...................
These words that must go down

Can we think old thoughts as thought by earlier readers,
without walling a mind off from all we know,
which Hobbes had no way of learning,
though? No.
We need this knack of we being, a you and a me, seeing
an I, in a time long ago.

Egalitarian sortings of men, arrogation worth,
a-dam, novus knower,
acknowledge me your equal? Dare ye, I may be a fool.
Levelers were around, in Hobbes's town, taking time
to bring the highest minded down,
not to lift the baser sort up.

-- none the less, lime the branch,
-- by chance a bird may bring a word, watch

we heard, the deceived received a reprieve,
we've found the edge stitched in
second thoughts and other wise guesses as good,
good enough
to keep life as we have agreed, conserving
the power in the
word - life as in -- we live, not me without you or we
without all the otherwise functionaries,
maintaining the planet and aching
to settle down to day and night,
just right.

Balance in being part of it all,
restored,

for a second there, didjafeel it?