Totality

Totality is a dark and moonless
night, where the black trees
loom and are still - there is
no light for walking and the
cloud cover is absolute.

The moon ghosts faint behind
the clouds, as they shift and
move a light glimmer can be
seen as if through a veil.

In this hell here below of
noise and rushing, neon
glow in all the cities
and all over the globe
precludes the vision of a great
and quiet thing
happening in the heavens

as huge ponderous bodies
turn and return on their
smooth vast courses
thoughts captured by the
music of their own movement,
the symphony of symmetry
and the dance to a different
song.  We are ants
in their august shadows,

the momentum of aeons
impels them
from the moment they left
the giant hands
and rode alone through
the dark.

Our ancient ancestors were
closer to them in heart
as awed eyes gazed upward
and the fashioning of years
fruited huge stones
from broken hands
to mark the passing of the
giants
and the language they did not
understand.

Our landscape is littered
with the words they left behind

but our modern
too-directed, closed minds
are blind to many things
while our childish hands are busy
grasping baubles on strings.

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