on the roof
old Tibetans
spinnin’ prayers
from wooden beads
in boundless
application,
as the blue sky
fades to darken
into dusk
stars arise,
twinkle beamers
trillions
no, make that
squillions
of earth miles
away from us,
galactic pals
if you can
conceive it
of our own solar
immensity
what lies between?
hidden planets maybe,
infinitesimal
obscurity
way beyond Apollo
is theirs,
habitations
we will never see
from Zonk
to Ulbarine;
makes you wonder,
makes you squat,
makes you wanna
find the plot
- from Excavations Around the Sun
