Far Off Constellations

Far off Constellations David J Walker It’s not me It’s the judgment I never see But can still hear The chitter chatters Of muffled voices That scatters into A bust of Swahili Or Farsi Or Gaelic for all that matters I can clearly hear it in my head Those words That might have been said Might have lied Might have died in cooler Midnight air Never to be mentioned or remembered again It’s not me It’s the bubbles with Those words I see And can read in a race Floating off into Outer space On a collision course with Far off constellations