So I gazed at the night sky
trying to figure out
the pattern of our constellations
wondering if the heavens
have already written our destiny,
wondering why we ever have
this hard-square angle
which is the path of most resistance.
Blame it on the 48-degree-angle of proximity
that made Aphrodite and Hellos
burn with passion
but only at a distance.
The Fire could only admire
the Earth's beauty from afar
for what it touches
it consumes.
