Losing Stars

I've lost the stars to vain intellectual pursuits;
That grey matter which once thread loose phantasms between sparse illuminations
Now weaves arguments, buzzing to remember -

Through myopic alleys of quotations, and
the harsh names of dead philosophers -

A celestial bulb, blinking SOS messages to a compassionate,
Cordoned-off section of shallower youth.


The cosmos was much, much more infinite,
More detached, still massive,
Still visible.