These years are speeding darkly Since the epiphany. You don't get A lot of those. Last night On the beach I laid back to watch The shooting stars; some say The heavenly stars. The Perseids Burned indiscriminately, I counted two.
I was starstruck watching The four satelites, In a pre-determined orbital, That would burn as sure as A ghetto.
Ogling the dark spaces; Comforted, there's more stars Out there for some other reason. And wham. It happened , always unexpected. It's not because something's not there; It's because it never was, but for Two meteors and four satelites. I saw the light.