Automatic Days

eternity
an electrical bridge
cuts into time

stars dying before
their light arrives
they shutter
and explode
within remembrance
of a future shaping center
for us to see
in our automatic days

when water wakes were split
our river parted in silence
white froth danced on both of its sides
yet each faded to calm
pressing in opposition

stillness erased
the agitation of escape
but leaky think tanks
progressed through
to the far shore

strings were silent
in their vibration