7/2/03
Lays haze akin to fog,
And like thought precluding thought
Adrift on wind and aimless minds,
Do the stars obscure their secret truths
From roving eyes and
Vast philosophies.
Ages of spunk ambiguously aligned
To pull and still recede
From thought and mind,
Stars who shroud both sky and history
And dare us to decipher.
It is a brave and ageless challenge
And we shall ever fruitless be
The dupes of both the stars' endless call
and their endless mystery.