My Constant

Amidst the flashing beams of light,

I travel 

back and forth 

in Life. 

Relative to where I am,

My echo shouts:

"my Constant!"

Mirror me, 

you know

to hold my shape.

You've carved and scraped,

with love and hate,

what neither Time nor state 

could initiate.

You facilitate 

what man 

and sand 

and Saturn's plan

had always known would consummate 

when enlightenment 

struck primal apes. 

Yes,

You truly are: 

my Constant. 

Stay right there. 

Don't change,

Don't move. 

I've seen all hell...

I'll see the moon.

Far beyond, 

you're my looming star 

that loves to rest;

so never stress...

YOU ARE MY BEST.

I'll wake-up call you in autotune,

and only you 

will know my voice.

So, 

by NO choice

are you

my Constant. 

If I run, you know 

it's all for fun.

I'll win the race.

I'll jump the gun.

and track our chase 

to outer space.

They think I'm deep 

or, rather, strange.

Well, 

I think of them 

about the same, 

so, truly here

now who's to blame?

They see I'm not from any one set place

and they're barely here, 

merely tears

speeding down

with quickened pace,

to an empty, 

dark and dismal space.

But you...

You're so matter of fact,

my Constant.