It is no coincidence that ground shakes
like our nerves, or that lightning dances
in the same pattern as veins, or that a bullet
can shatter the stillness and make solid thoughts
splatter sideways like blowing August rain...
it is not a mistake that all planets share darkness
and hang like droplets, individually spaced
without sure ties that hold them, yet they
still maintain a constant pace. And stars may fall
but you won't see an empty spot where once
they burned. And you may see the sky change, but
you'll never feel the world turn. It is not by accident
that we are made to drift and not attach
with permanence, so unlike trees...
we were not meant to last.