Every sun that rises or falls while in motion is another volume I add to my collection.
Another thing I can say “I was there” for.
Another fraction of a millisecond in the universe’s observation of itself through my eyes.
Of which I only feel like I’ve done my job well when it’s paired with force.
There is no hillcrest where I am at peace in being passed by.
I cannot go gently into that pastel sky.
I will the machine. 