HISTORY HAS GROUPINGS
This late at night there has to be
magic. The lanterns are out and the
black velvet sky screams at something
unheard : quasar duplication, the faint
light of five thousand unseen stars.
All the ancients, with their designs upon
the night-sky : water-bearer, archer, bear.
I wonder about them. What did they see,
and what were they trying to say? There
is so little now left, are the words worth
saying? Can the concepts hold?
Is the wonder dispelled?