That which wanders and builds aimlessly
Lost and wondering among the eternity of blue, careless stars
Who scream their own meaning and exhale understanding
Silly, mean man who should know he adds up to less
Than the turtle, the stars, and the crescent
That he saw in the blinding flashlight thrown bright
from the mechanical chariot uglier than the pagans
It wrote a crossed choice
Among the symbols of a soldered separation
Added up to less than

The loss and change hanging in the forum air
Of all the natural shapes he saw
And could still feel beating