Architect of Accident

Three quarter clouded moon
over ocean’s persistent crystal light
dances a path to walk
alone in a night-time myopia

silence that stills the heady
dialogue of bright day
and moon’s wide and fuzzy halo
is a quiet amphitheater

for the performance of ocean waves
their dark body, bright foam, an inverted tide
come to take all
your should’ves away.
and lap
deep thunderous.

At the First far falling star
overhead, you sit in awe alone
wide-eyes peeled to bay of light
Her communique
She to you alone, who walks this late

who came to worship the temple of
the architect of accident
when all the voices insisted
hitch hiked on you to this quiet place
you came alone to, they
fall silent one by one
until left are none

and the second falling star
is a real thing.

And the ocean, not something to fathom
but a place to land—
as all falling stardust must

and you are cold
and you are shivering
sitting on a wide beach of white sand
the wind with its job to do
your vigil is aside

the three quarter and clouded moon
looking down on you
shines white light that is
a secret from the sun bounced
‘round the solar system
and
there is no one else watching

but you who’ve come
this late at night
for the show that
goes on for almost forever

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