Matter in Retreat

The stars drift
away from one another

tonight as every moment you
& I breathing so thoughtless a living

we make as we are made to
as I make another promise

to myself to try to mean more
to you to call out across

a great distance but I am not
loud enough I suspect I have not

enough protest in me
the arc of my throat awaits

a tenderness or a brutality
& what are we

to one another but a means
to a meaning we haven’t yet

discovered two points of light
on the inky dark

sky two paper boats
on a black lake floating further

away every day I awake
I roll over I hide my head

we get smaller our living it’s pathetic
I mean it makes you sad