Alpha Centauri

"I'm gonna be thinkin' about that bus"
"I'll just stop right there"

Our Earth is sometimes very small
Sometimes no larger than a mote
And the blackbird is an eye
And stars are the dust
That float in the sunshine
'Til man begins to measure his lifetime
In light-years
Rather than in words

No way out of the laughing mouth
No way into the fingertips
And the landlord and his wife
Before they go to sleep
Every night they turn in their beds
And shake hands
Like their past lives
In the book they just rеad

That time, my life running through a tree
Blackbirds used my lеaves as a dish
And the firefly and the glow-worm too
Are creatures of life
Intensely consumed with breathing
And conceiving
In the joy nature blooms

I cannot move, my mouth is locked
I want to breathe, please cut the lines of the sky
Where I lost the keys
Where the blue flies tap-dance against the soft breeze
And the sunrise
And the nonsense
Of our nearest star