Lost Ambitions

Forged in unnamed fury,

suffused with dazzling light,

we spewed against the dark,

roared against the lack of motion.

Long we traveled.

Now it is late.

We are mass without ambition,

buffalo-heavy and quiet as the final Earth-crosser.

The dark shapes slowing in time

and gathering about your head?

That's us!

We have come full circle.

Slowly, we assumed your speed again

and joined together in this new darkness complete.

 --Mitchell Hegman