Streaks of arriving light
stain the sky.
Survived another night
on this rock,
not knowing why.

Streaks of arriving light
feed the fire.
Horizon’s alight
as we turn and watch,
not knowing why.

We turn like abandoned gods,
confounded by change.
It shakes us all,
distilled in our eyes:
we rise an fall,
we rise and rise,
it breaks us all.
Distilled in our eyes:
we rise and fall,
we rise and rise
not knowing why.
Not knowing why.