Asynchronous.

A hundred billion stars and

Seven billion people, 

Hurtling through space

Futile and everything to lose - 

Running - errands and to work 

And away from the unimaginable - 

And when we cease

with nothing left and thoughts all shadow - 

the world still turns,

but we are ice and

leaking sand and how and why?

are we to know - 

what time it is

at the center of the earth -

And for the man

On the other side - 

So far and spinning - 

A thousand miles an hour -

Falling through space

And if 

         we 

             let 

                 go -