Why

looking at all those elipsoid gravities Spinning like juggler's plates As ghosts race bouncing madly Keeping it all alive and balanced Way out there through all the twisting complexity Of galactic turbulence imitating thunderheads Flashing life sparks of time space and motion Pulling and pulling in infinite darknesses A mote drifts across my eyeball as a tear forms black dot of destiny headed for an upper eyelid I blink and a thousand galaxies shift left then right Seeking realignment in this infinite deadness And once more I hear that eternally unanswered question Why?