on the scale
measuring
how fast the world
spins i am
a fuzzy blob
synced not
to the appearance
the sun ruled
until clocks
usurped the counters
but instead feeling
dreams coming in
with the body
loosed night
or day

when i was small i snuck out
down the hall so i could see
the Star Trek episode my dad
watched and it always scared
me so much that i would puke
and be discovered but it was
there i leaned Ensign Chekov
was a hero who mattered to a
little boy and helped define
what mattered looking to the
future and just today i read
that he died as Walter after
living a long life just like
primitive all we do here and
it surprised me i started to
doubt that we might not ever
grow enough together to find
the vision he helped to make
but i want to help how i can

at the end
letting go
i dreamed
  of
lighthouses
on the sea

everything costs
if anything changes
someone or something
  consuming
  energy
of many types
  even abstract
units exchanged
for heat or motive
  force
while gravitation
differentiating
the curve smooths
to uniformity