Clear of What’s Important

The darkness in the heart
Of town’s nothing to do
With the absence of light.

It’s light’s abundance all
Locked up and chained away.
Most of the universe

Will never get away,
And most of the rest stays
Close at hand and circling

One of the many drains.
That little bit of light
Matter, the slim percent,

Loveless and far away
From the hungry machines
Of crowded gravity,

Is what you contemplate.
What’s free is trivial,
Trivial meaning free.