oh, starry night—

from the top, the view, the hills, the vale

the downwardness, the swoop

the gainsay of gravity, ha to you gravity

the world in motion

whatever world you choose to see you see in flashes

as you gain speed

thinking celestial thoughts of tomorrowness

and ancestors

never coming to the end, until, of course you do—

not yet, this is a journey

no one knows how it will end, or when

starry night

nobody knows how the story ends—