Headlights lead 

’round curvy

canyons’ bends

I know not to ask

where, how, or when

I search for dark skies 

and pinholes of light

a billion years old

yet shining so bright

I care not the travel 

through dust-time and distance

Learned long ago 

not to question resistance

Though gravity pulls 

we can’t keep feet grounded

when red clay and roadways 

give way to hot magma

Earth 

(you sweet mother fucker)

Spinning and spinning til nothing’s

in focus

All that we know, no longer ahead,

all that we knew

no longer behind us.

But! 

I am Quaesitor Luminis! I will find

the lights God put there to guide us

I’ll drive through the night, 

my trailer in tow

headlights and starlights 

the tools that will show

The way to the heavens where each one of us

Someday…

Someday…

Someday…

Will go.