Cautioned by the Sun,
“Leave space between your atoms.”
It advised, “Too dense a mass and you will implode.”
In lieu of “hellos” and “adieus”
“Ciao” and “tatas,”
We excruciate over
a.m. to p.m.
and back again.
Fretting over issues
Of when moments came and went,
How memories got so quickly sore
Then even worse, infirmed. We look longingly for a place to rest,
A chair on which to sit.
No lounging here.
Perpetual motion, the rule.
Never wind down, for if it did, we’d have to
Call it quits,
Call it a day.
Mornings, noons, and nights,
Replace the Sun
Losing motion, all we’ll know is pain.