Race toward the Western rim and the sun will rise again ;
Faster :   gravity and day will fall behind the raw night
Comprised of billions of bygone days darkened by distance—
Circadian clocks tick to the calculus of motion .
The earth with debonair tilt waltzes the changeable moon,
Unsettled in unbalance from an impingent outset ;
Day & night, and the wheel of the seasons offer context .
The grand, seeming quietness of galaxies swirl in space–
Time, the fabric unfurled quicker and quicker by darkness
From a quantum source of infinite turmoil, uncertain .
Meaning exists in eddies at the edges of chaos
Where sentience manages to emerge from the looking–glass
Particles, a floodplain stasis after a white–water
Onslaught from a furious spring into cosmic offshoots .