Don’t Analyze Me
May 21, 2021
Beneath the water flows,
Flows the twinkling stars of night,
Burning to their final wish,
The wish to remain bright.
Sizzling with success,
Their snarky snappers snip,
Clutching trails of luminosity
With their terminal breath.
Penultimately, they pass
Memories of light ago
In light of the darkness,
Experience, not wisdom, they bestow.
As they diminish in space,
They become one of the night:
A time of rest, a time of dreams,
Unattained, but still in sight.
A metaphysical conceit
Constructed by the conceited;
Their minds and meanings as empty
As the night sky defeated.