Nothing is unwritten. Every moment is carvedIn cut stone. What stranger brushes the crowdUnseen, unnamed, atomic,Your future lover, nemesis, anonymousNow but pulsing through spaceOn orbit to smack you some dark day,Your delicious snowball of doom? So go, solitary one, and spinThrough your space, lone and dim.Untraced, I streak the starsIn inimitable ovals, glitter-sprungDarkling frost. Seasons wingUs on, and, sure-set,The...