“Eccentric Flint”

By Gene Scheer

Carve away-what does not bring me closer to the sky.
All that slows-the current racing towards what cannot die.

The fertile dust of starlight
Never quite dissolved,
The bloom of endless echo
Of a chord yet unresolved.

Over and under, over and under,
We are more than the wing we pray.
Over and under, over and under,
Through the waves of the Milky Way.

A grammatical constellation
A syntactical splash of sparks
As the stars undulate the heavens
Twisting into question marks.

And you wonder where you’re going.
Where did it all begin?
Does the voyage to each destination
Take me back to a place I’ve already been?

Over and under, over and under,
We are more than the things we pray.
Over and under, over and under,
Through the waves of the Milky Way.