Stars and light kiss the sky, twinkle, wink An apple falls. A swooning pair of love- struck dancers Sorely bored bachelors across the ball Suave ornate threads, royalty imagined in dress But a man’s loose pants fall below his _draws_ A starrid adventurer battles a tyrant adversary But cries wounds to a disheveled apothecary Spread tall tales on tall teeters of mead and beer Spread thick syrup tears when conflict appears Be a human being, beautiful and random Be a human being, beautiful and random For the illustrious, things with busts built Tilt to thread a kilt of when dust spills Gravity holds us so we can love and be good But the awkward, funny, human things were held too. And gravity understood.