#1295 - pareidolistic

 

1295

19.vii.23

4.201

pareidolistic

for the field guide to Australian clouds

 

some stars are super twinklers

 

some say low in the sky, more atmosphere

 

some stars draw others in

some spin

and some may wink

to dance with fellow stars

 

they are all barreling, retinue along mostly

their journeywork is further

 

though some are second, third generation

some more, there’s one they call Methuselah

goes back to nearly the beginning

 

stars are flames to a comet moth

 

no solid surface

burn up there

all far hells they are

 

and twinkle mischief. some

 

you could say just nervous

or call it a sign of life

 

I love a tentative love

 

it’s as if they cast the question of being

so very very far

 

tympanic odd stars are

if one could only hear the colours

 

we name them after, never know

and some we number too

 

fond to see a prayer reach

or each a heart go down

 

stars take long trajectories

stars are spreading out

 

one day must shrivel or explode

there’s no star ever rots

 

and who hasn’t got this shining inside?

 

so foolish

such sparks up from our fire

 

and when they fall, it’s crazy

 

they, like we, prepare for the end

take time  

will take whole systems with them

 

call that ideology

 

one day wake up far in the tree

possums are running the house

 

this dust of us we know