wise fools understand particles
as perfectest heralds of matter

(syncopated tinkertoys
who unteach worlds)

stardust clogs their eyes
with misremembered celestial conversations

the weight of black holes
makes their eyelids droop

conniving, errant orbits
compel them to forever spin

in transit, they can finally catechize
playing chutes and ladders
on Saturn’s rings,
listening to the galaxies
for a plausible answer
(& possible seems further away)