what wisdom can they say
a thousand miles away?
we live the true
travail that 'habits day.

how dare these measure me
by their astrology
as if they know
my future destiny

the host of heaven scry
tell boast or blatant lie
but can't say why
or when my flesh will die

what really can they know
these burning orbs that glow?
ash and debris
can't say "i told you so"

life is a rendezvous
they just aren't privvy to.
they fade away
whatever else they do!