Outreach

Reaching for as high and as far a star as Acclaim
Is folly.
The Perseids are more attainable
Than the Pleiades,
For the former tumble to earth,
Crackling,
In annual showers,
While the dumb ladies sit and knit
On their haughty thrones,
Immobile and indifferent,
Not even deigning to cackle.
What is fixed in the firmament remains firmly fixed
Until some unorthodox cataclysm,
And one should be wary of talus slopes
And similar deceptive stairways to heaven.
Like Sisyphus, you may encounter a boulder
That blocks your progress,
And should you try to shove it aside,
It may crush you in its intransigent way.
Quel dommage!