Daphknee's Bolero, Ulysses' Lament

... A diaphanous cloud of ether hung momentarily motionless,

  like a discarded Shop-Rite bag,

    lost among determined vehicles on a toll road,

      sucked into a temporary vacuum - I gaze into the side view every time,

        of course, check the rear view next,

           make sure that parasite is not clinging to the undercarriage,

              watch it tumble - a yellow acrobatic enigma, beyond definition, an aquatic assassin,

                 eventually - vanished in the past,

                    only a crease beside a scar.

  What toll road?

    What vacuum? 

      It was not ether,

        it was the ethersphere

          exposed when that cloud did creep

             silently on a northeast angle,

                toward the all-encompassing Atlantic.

    In it's wake, a slim crescent remained -       

       Below, a celestial beacon did wink with audacity

        Some expand

            some retreat

                some implode

                    some consume - 

                       with no reservation, we all collide

                    In a timeless absence, I shiver...