Once upon a light-year,
on the dawn of a dream
the horizon sealed,
a crooked sky seam;
now it's a constellation
where some search for salvation,
lost in the lore of Acropolis ago
Are they blind to its ruination?

I'm afraid the Milky Waywill lead me astray
with the snow blind, white noise
of a distant fray
Celestial bodies, broken;
the planets, distant tokens
of gods of holy War
Death, Pestilence, Famine:
horsemen four.

You cannot connect
dots in the sky
to fix all on Earth
that's gone awry.