Earth, you hang there like a pearl
Rubbed from the grit of Chaos:
What are you good for?
You gape like the white of my eye
Into infinite depths:
What do you see?
You were cast in the oyster of Space
Bastard of an ignorant energy
Obeying laws that wrote themselves:
So I’ve heard.
You trace your silent orbit
Like a beggar riding the subway
Unravelling my dreams with each revolution:
Where are you going?
You celebrate a deity of gas
With a fellowship of dead planets
And the way you hang there like a blind clock in an empty room,
It haunts me.