It's kind of fun being on a
big blue ball floating in space in
the sunshine. That's astronomy
for you. But what about inside
the light? I've seen things. Things that were
having their own fun jumping in
a river I couldn't see. If
the stars are fish, do they know where
they came from? Where are they going?
How far is it to get there? What
are they hoping to find inside
the belly of a yellow tiger?
Pay attention. I don't know
what to do, but all these celestial
patterns are making me
so uncomfortably sick. Yes,
they are beautiful, but the men
who cover the land and sea with
their garbage filled lies are killing
everything that moves. The blue skies
can't stop them. The ice caps won't stop
them. Talking trees. Nothing disturbs
their sleep. They accuse us of trying
to start something they'll need guns
to finish. What is the color
of blood on blue? And still we turn.
I'm not standing in a shadow,
if that's what you think. I wanted
to whistle so no one will be
left alone. I guess I'm giving
my positioned self away. Plans
are made. This was mine all along.
Lovely. Terrific final line.