At odds with God’s imposed impermanence.
I try to look away
from stains that blight
my psyche’s firmament,
all colours blackened by their backlight.
Each day they’re blotting out more sky,
to leave less stars for me to gaze at,
to face away from unfair endings,
from that impending starless night,
which any day now will take hold.
Then I will lose this fading light.
Stars took lost sailors home we’re told.
Oh how I dread this coming night.