Caprice 1, Venting 2

The stars are not so far. You may pluck them like berries, and pop them in your mouth and they will twinkle on your tongue, or you can put them in your pockets like candies, or carry them home in a handkerchief. Remember to roll up your slacks as you stand in the river of wind, your bare feet clutching the grass as you reach. Night makes you taller than the street lamps as you stroll farther and farther from bed, your head about to bump the moon. The Earth does not feel your weight as it spins through the darkness unable to reach the end, just spinning and spinning through darkness, meteors flying past it like warning shots as meteorites penetrate its airy flesh. And it spins as fast as it can trying to stay out of the way but unable to escape, blue and beautiful, a jewel the rocks will never celebrate as they collide in space in "hoorays" of dust and silent booms. Blue jewels are not gems in space they are freaks, forever squirreling around the sun, as the galaxy goes on, twinkles on, spiraling down the cosmic drain of a big black hole ---