Alpha Centauri

"I'm gonna be thinkin' about that bus"

"I'll just stop right there"

Our Earth is sometimes very small

Sometimes no larger than a mote

And the blackbird is an eye

And stars are the dust

That float in the sunshine

'Til man begins to measure his lifetime

In light-years

Rather than in words

No way out of the laughing mouth

No way into the fingertips

And the landlord and his wife

Before they go to sleep

Every night they turn in their beds

And shake hands

Like their past lives

In the book they just rеad

That time, my life running through a tree

Blackbirds used my lеaves as a dish

And the firefly and the glow-worm too

Are creatures of life

Intensely consumed with breathing

And conceiving

In the joy nature blooms

I cannot move, my mouth is locked

I want to breathe, please cut the lines of the sky

Where I lost the keys

Where the blue flies tap-dance against the soft breeze

And the sunrise

And the nonsense

Of our nearest star