The Charts Of The Stars Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

The Charts of the Stars

the night goes on forever
the air dances, the golden moon

fevers dancing, strange as old myths and newresolves.
proceed in its predeterminate coursing ensembles,

as shadows met on the ephemeral walls,
we merged into a casts of thethousands,

the hoards of hungry invaders, bodies and souls,
for one desperate hurrah before being dissolved in the quick sands of black holes,

before the untouchable doom professes her call,
small wee hours during days of intermittent rains,

ripples of soft sobs, the sad regrets of inadequate time and another new moon risingon a flawlessnight,

physiological tragedies, divinecomedy of false moves
and fatal errors,

night assaults from an incognito foes. a fallen desperado,
an idiot hero of a fallen script,

i live like a small ant in the stamp of your largefeet,
in the eddies of a largepool,

man function, man needs and man'sambitions,
all items and entries in the archeological archives,
minutiae, minuto and segondo before the readings on the chart of the stars.