But I know it will happen.

I haven’t seen the lights again, but I know I will.

I wish that I could still be that little boy

who stared up at the sky

I never thought beauty and placidity and serenity could be so backbreaking.

Sometimes it is just happening all at once

They said life would be hard

When I was young

I always got

astrology and astronomy mixed up

the Earth looks like a caricature of itself.

The sound of the buzzsaw tells me this is now.