Dragoncrest Cliffs we'll be at orale by 3 pm friday.

there's no response but that's okay
cayetano talks for two.

he looks back up at that endless rim
of stars drowning in a black and navy sky

how many thousands of eyes
over immeasurable millennia
had looked and counted those same stars?

and did those stars see them
small ants toiling under impassive suns
there and then gone in the blink of time

replaced by an endless mill of souls
who paused from time to time
like him
and looked at the measureless blue
just like everyone before them.

it's a thread he doesn't want to pull.
he sighs and inspects his nails,
turns an ear to the sleeping kheviel
and before long he's deep in dreams
where fish wade through a constellation of stars
while merlot blooms in the blackwater.