so predictable

why would a lethargic yawning dawn,
slowly burping out the previous night,

stumble upon a lost morning moon and sneer?

is it because that we remain planted
while invisible energy swirls?

is it because sometimes the remarkable

becomes predictable

and thus we all take all of our stars

and stones for granted?
or is it the just that our aging spiritual pendulum
ceases to sway on it's own?

... .thurlo.