"Tell"

 The moment of memory and imagination 
When I look to the distance in desolation  
Wondering if ever I was meant for gravity
And ask how else can I intellectualize 
A light from other dimensional eyes
I could just as soon communicate with flies 
Surrounded by your stars fixed in place 
A limitless sky and outstretched arms
This moment is a token of mere luck, 
Or the breastfed love that still I must 
Hunger for, often I've sipped from your cup
And often I've cried over the dead