Mark A Fisher

arc

I watched a bitter orange moon

rise like fire over the mountain

to glow through smoky gray clouds

while the stars dance

between gaps in the clouds

as all the emptiness of space

compresses to mere firefly flights

between me

and you

and all the memories that fill up

between now

and then

when we watched meadows

be filled with moonlight

while dreaming different futures

we thought were the same

like the Venn diagram

of the shows we both liked

almost empty

like a universe

where insignificant dots

suck up all the meaning

like black holes

while what remains

is filled up by meaningless equations

that are true

like cosmic uncertainty

in the unopened box

awaiting its Pandora

to reveal unspoken of burdens

that weigh down

the tiny unnoticed lives

that look up

to see moons and stars

that no one else

notices