whether the earth turns
    or the sky above
    moves for them
little matters to most

but at least the first
far star as our star fades
seen on our rocky walk
cuts the bright noise of day
    with its own
little whole of light
in the great roll around us

of all particles God
created into motion
    this one
orbiting orbits
    expanding
    entropy
to dissolve into dust
with each vector known

how it can possibly be
    particles and planets
in all vastness
perfectly loved

talking to the living
ping pongs along even
when the bounce lands
in deeper ponds, mud
and muck sticking
as a common weight might

the dead don't play games
however long ago they left
you, on a one-sided field
    over time
hearing only what was never
said, imagined or implied,
forgotten or revealed
in what thoughts you never
bother to consider when they are
      able with words
to let you know
they are here

who am i
to decide
if one might
    live or die
stood on my abstract
perch, talons ready
to weed out a plan
whose high price
    as they vie
somehow seems soley
    mine
to reckon seemingly
    from above

change
    the body of a tulip
with its thin spine
    spreads its head wide
in the speckled shade sun
bent a little more warm in
    s's
than a true arc green