The day becomes a thousand million years; 
The distance anywhere becomes too far -- 
The happening that brings alive your fears 
And turns the world into an abattoir. 
Devoid of any hope, bereft of tears, 
You search the skies for some imploding star 
To lie within; to give yourself unto 
And see no more of twenty twenty two

the scholarly, the timid, the unnerved —
they walk among us, silent and alone,
as earthly wonders, those as yet preserved
sit brooding on the cape, as though a throne,
to view a realm of timelessness; intent
on watching as that last of it is spent
 
the grass is swaying, nervous, wavering;
i tacit wander out to where the light
keeps watch upon the splendor, favoring
the life of gently guiding toward the right
the wandering, the listless, and the lost:
that value’s worth more than it counts the cost