Time is a messy theology 

Ontology is marginalia 

All the failed zoning of dreams

The horizon buries treasure

The best grammar drinks hose water

Gravity marks the spot 

Chance is the logic of logic 

Determinism is a just-so story

Chaos is the directory for the future

Footsteps carry a curt philosophy

The April moon is sparse of ideology

The moments that harbor infinity

Never last and never leave us

The stars are as mortal 

As the peacock