UNDER THE MAJESTY OF FALLING STARS

Standing by the edge
to find the flattest stone,
one to cast, to skim
across cimmerian waters,

insurmountable,
behind a mountain,
acclivity to achieve,
a foothold upon verity,

suction of sodden earth
would leave the soul bear
reckoning grandiose, a view,

but pulse and flesh
would not pause
under the majesty of
falling stars.