Who threw the salt into center night?

Deep space thoughts sprinkled

and preserved.

The flavor of infinity dashed

between light years

and a dark night.

The staring, my taste buds,

the stars, raise my blood pressure.

“When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers,

the moon and the stars, which you have set in place,

what is man that you are mindful of him,

and the son of man that you care for him?”

Psalm 8:3,4