Each alone,
needs only to be heard,
and not to listen.
Each is central
to the small,
and insignificant,
orbit it describes.
United
is a state untried,
as none are bothered
to see any view
not emblazoned
on the mausoleum
of shallow lives.
Fading
in a dying sun,
their lonely dance slows.
Do they contemplate
why and what,
if anything,
it all meant?