A LONG LINE at night in the sky above the cicadas' scratching all the uncrowned heads have taken their places all the stars are gazing straight ahead new pastures open in the void black cattle graze there a wide pool spreads in the curve of space dusk was only the beginning! the burden of those who kept trying all day was laid down on earth's silence while the surprising music of night began above you and I come from a long line of uncrowned heads they own nothing but their shine they carefully tend the cattle who know no master more populous than earth the sky is finally open to us after hours for strolling though we must avoid falling into the dark pools like urges that have slowed to nothing between one bright moment and another where sleep waits rocklike to pull us down