Now I know

in reality
I belong none
that I know of

I thrive under its surface
and come to light by chance
when cosmic weather
winds of sound and gold
slowly build the waves of humanity
throw them at distant shores
of some lonely planets
attach them to Suns
in secret
for better seeing
again
lit up
become conspiracies of the Universe
to eyes

 

Now I know
its Time
who rides the horizons
away