Abandoned

The stuff of stars never settles;
coming together, then pulling asunder

to drift, to join the ever-quickening race
towards obscurity while being observed.

I walk through cavernous concrete
pathways between skyscrapers that

stand abreast against their self-made
micro-climate, trying to confuse the wind

in my own obscurity, passing
through me like a mental sieve

made of atoms that out-number the
dark matter of abandoned eons.