Whole freights of stars, savage
in their revolt from the darkness
& full of asymmetries
in the most lovely of ways, if the tears
of the sky are taped to the backs
of gods, then never will the boastful
& treacherous goals of those unknown
scientists be far from us.
Even a rat has eyes that glow
& the parting of the blue/black
will give us branches
for the forest to wave
& flames to take them if we want
to be seen more vibrant, dangerous.
Haunted by anti-worlds, we wait.