Vertical Distance

Look up aye so contrite yes the sun is bright lays strewn upon the feet of grass and does not forsake the anvil of stars Should you dabble with connection some philosophical denouement perhaps of leaves to scatter from the fingers of cosmology A vertical distance of loosely inter-weaved this thesaurus of chaos a dictionary of galaxies assemblage of troubled theories predisposed to nonsense Look up forget all the technological apologies complex comprehensions implement involvement and sate such moments with emotions Look up and there profound all unanswered questions simplicity entangled the sweep of heavens a mortal witness of eternity ‘Tis but a moment of listen such subtle intoxication and giddy to the whirl can only cause a smile there upon the feet of creation Who then would forsake the anvil of the stars