you away

I looked for easy stars last night,
the dipper and the bear,
or constellations anyone could see,
to let me know that light persists
above,
below,
to show me that my world is not
unwound and stark and frayed.

They were not there.

The firmament is voiceless, dark,
and all that lies beneath its arc
is random now,
and venial,
with you away.