The love songs of starmen will far on go quiet For dimensional soulmates of manifold daytime Where-when the sunset is depth everlasting In causal unwinding that undoes a vow. How then to know that to keep up with tautness Is difference in codex as conscience in choice Who-why the truth isn't tables and chairlegs In awful defining that once was as now? What is a question for stacking up brick blocks, But not as the pieces lose meaning in order, But not as a labyrinth is duller with time.