Fiat Lux Poem by Arno Le Roux

Fiat Lux

Those dusty orbits laid out good
Heat pulls them nearer as it should
Revolving faster as they search
Creatures camouflaged as birch

Enter races with no end in sight
The magnet calls a clever plight
Unknown a fate now as they hunt
Blind sided by illuminated haunt

Really weary some wise return
A stroke of luck they didn't burn
Numbers have their positives
Game to see then who outlives

If you really want a better life
They profess away from strife
Want all comfort to every point
Fame with light will disappoint

Arno Le Roux 2015