Eyes the star

10,982,765,423 people on the planet

and an infinite number of galaxies and realities

paradoxically co-existing in the same infinite universe,

but this little planet thinks it's special.

Correction, the planet IS special,

and we-people only think we are,

even as we look skyward,

catalog our evidence,

proving our slivers of understanding,

searching for the key to unlocking infinity,

in energy, because that's the beginning and ending.

So, standing on the top of a skyscraper,

it's the color of copper aged and oxygenated,

and towering like a skeleton that's all ribs to the tip,

a ten by ten platform with no walls, opened to the wind,

when the sun sets, brings out the night that goes on so far,

then notice one light shining brighter with time, and eyes the star

suddenly dancing like a firefly caught in a tiny glass jar,

growing larger and larger the longer these eyes linger,

until the dance slows and then stills, feel the tingle,

as it settles in the sky, big enough to rival the moon,

hanging fate and future in the owl's "whooo?"

as it shoots a ball of fire at our planet,

and no defenses of ours could stop it.

But it wasn't a weapon,

we thought when we found it,

growing to love the star as much as the moon,

for the gift of technology and plans to build,

one giant tower, we assumed to communicate,

all of our efforts had failed up to that date,

we were such star-eyed hopeful idiots,

they read us, and manipulated us,

till we built their tower and turned it on,

our planet hasn't seen a larger celebration,

like all of the others rolled into one,

till the power got sucked up in an instant,

electric, magnetic, nuclear, every last iota of it,

in the time it took to blink after flipping the switch,

leaving our planet in the deepest of darkness,

helpless to watch the star dance away,

as the atmosphere began to deteriorate,

assaulted by solar winds and cosmic rays,

so, we'll all be dead in a matter of days,

and I'm etching this tale in stone,

because someone should be warned,

of the energy-stealing wayward star.

- M.E.

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