In my shameless vanity I stand up to challenge the night
Cloudless, for once unmasked
Unhidden during a celestial event
Early night conspires to lessen the glimmer
While I scan for lightstreaks and shimmers
Obliquely
Peripherally
Using the same non sense as when you look for sprites and shades
Wisps
Delicate traceries vanish backwards into infinity
I try to read the constellations
But I’m illiterate
Yet intrigued by this notion
Of looking into the deepest past to foretell the future
Such charmed illogic
Is quantum proof of time’s synchronicity
So I wave at the night
Connect and disconnect to a million myriads of stars and portents
One more vain speck
Alone in the universe
David Trudel © 2013
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