Whatever star
charged us with this
fate

I can't return the molecules
that have agitated themselves
into the element of fire
(they seethe and worm
coal that won't stop
glowing)

Curse time and destiny
(things I once bowed to)
for giving me half of
what I asked for

What kind of eternal-return
dooms us to this fragile
abundance of gloomy-ecstasy
circling like hawks waiting for
our spirits to leap in death
for an infinite
reprieve