7 Billion Skies

There are 7 billion skies
Seen through 14 billion eyes
Weeping countless billion tears.
From dark to dark,
Flying through the room of light,
Tumbling in a curdle of stars,
Lost in the cascade of spacetime
In an endless fall.
To what purpose is one bird?
Do not speak about poetry,
Let poetry speak:
Whisper like a passing snake,
Snag like brambles,
Trip like a shoe lace.
The stars that light the sky
Do not light the earth
Casting no shadows
Before us
As we walk forever west.