Rendezvous

Meeting in the street
when Our chances collide and
We gaze- But are unconcerned
with the holy-moment.

We nod and even smile as we fake knowing each other.
We parade around the sun children filled with wonder that only gets lost with age.
and so we are only left to howl at the moon.

This big brother state.
I am silently laying in the grass,
hearing laughter of lunatics.
Gaze fixed on a star filled dome that screams;
Our cosmos couldn't exist, if the world wasn't designed.

Many with more and more with far less,
unfathomable violence;
Messy Bloody Human Waste.

Human beings; migrating the isles
fail to recognize they're black eyed angels--sharing one existence.
Black eyed angels drifting around the sun,
while
an old mother dies.