Matthew
01/28/09, 09:57 PM
You missed the starlit matrix
and its hazy-eyed satellites. But the horizon
retains the promise of fuller dusks,
a memory, in which their constellations, down,
survive all nights. Look up
to the velvet fray which gains the sky, allow
that shades of indigo may break peace
with the moonless vortex.
Look up to absent cosmos and
to the phantasmic traces of the planets
which spite their own inscrutability,
announce their proximate grace, a link,
their sympathy. For even in the blind hours,
the grid is humming. You were never alone.
and its hazy-eyed satellites. But the horizon
retains the promise of fuller dusks,
a memory, in which their constellations, down,
survive all nights. Look up
to the velvet fray which gains the sky, allow
that shades of indigo may break peace
with the moonless vortex.
Look up to absent cosmos and
to the phantasmic traces of the planets
which spite their own inscrutability,
announce their proximate grace, a link,
their sympathy. For even in the blind hours,
the grid is humming. You were never alone.