In the sky
I 
find a name
place/location/frame
for stars to shine
through the kitchen window...

Before we travel
Into the dark outside
To be unwrapped
In a dark night, complete,
Contained in space.

So dynamic are the forces
Replacing
Your journey

Consulting
The once mother earth,

Imagine them.

Just
You,
Some suspending
Fear,

You are
Secretly paying homage to birth.

The world:
What distance?
Therefore

What myths
In older times?

Intelligence,
Once perhaps 
All

Now, tracing a path
Or
Does the sun block out the stars?

Virtually
All air
Which might
Manifest
Exchange
=
Some rear view
Sight,
Or hands
Electronic.

Sound echoes
The sirens
In you
Paradoxically,

What impels
Through you
Eyes first?

Spare
Here
What 
You can.

The decorum
And the vast array,

Each, like
This mote in god's eyes
Called Gaia.

The world
And
Any saintly halo
Breeds every faith.

Imagine imagination
Without them.

Will gods hold their shape
-though older-
to float
or ask why?

The eyes
Imbedded in 
The universe,

Canvas black.

Did you watch
One never named?

The story
The errors
In the darkness

Sleep and fly
As we all do.

Some rocket connected
dream:
The mist...

Do ripples,
do you
the constellations
slightly change?

By what can you measure
speed,
or waves?

Could I tick
By what measures
Journeys end,

which one day
I stop?