On Zero Plain

Our sun grows. Fast then slow. And again fast. It will consume the Earth.
I walk towards it, to meet it on my terms. All around our rickety stages rest on its flood plain. Cruelty strums a crowded display case.

Yes– even a sun seeks hopeless permanence.
My legs tire from the pursuit. Its face sinks away.
The rendez-vous is a step nearer.

And yet somehow further. And as we lay down to dream
One more dusk now lines our coats.