in a lacy cup
count the stars in the Milky Way
look on the other side of day
and watch the sun rise rolling up

watch the sun rise
movement sliding, smooth lifting free
a stutterless grace, immense– we
stand lost beneath the passing skies

beneath callous skies
how does conscious thought stand before
endless time with its silent roar
of dark, unfathomable size

light sparks blinks then dissolves from sight
one point pricking holes through the night