Orbital Resonance

We fall into crevices yawning open within
folds of our inner convolutions and then we
drift beneath the slipstream of our memories
down river fading in the silver moonlight
canted from our star whose radiance keeps
hid behind the face of this world grimacing
alone in the dark along the mad spiral dance
of its extensive solo pirouette performance
to a stunning climax before an absent crowd
Something of the barren gets transferred to
the stage and back thoroughly recycled for
the maintenance of a perpetual continuity
the show must go on for the satisfaction of
no one but the ghosts auditioning in the aisle