If you don’t shine you are darkness. from “Tomorrow - Charles Wright

We disappear as stars do, soundless, without a trace.

Friday beneath the sky, its little postcards of melancholy
Outside each window,
the engines inside the roses at half speed,
The huge page of the sea with its one word despair,
Fuchsia blossoms littered across the deck,
Unblotted tide pools of darkness beneath the ferns …
And still I go on looking,
match after match in the black air.

Out of any two thoughts I have, one is devoted to death.