The Unquiet Stars Poem by Patti Masterman

The unquiet stars
Compel us to existence, by falling
Into future meaningless spaces.

We listen to rising drums
In the red-shifted darkness,
Ascending mutations
Arcing over the thoroughfares.

The moon flies past miles of orderly houses,
Leaving bird-of-prey shaped clouds,
While smooth-faced galaxies cluster
Like glowing mitochondria
Between the blind glass of slides.

In later decades, the blue opened up
And swallowed all the wise meaning
With which mankind had endowed the world.