Dots of Pretension

When Chiron drafted stars
to emulate the fray
cosmology was lost
to more inventive play.
What hubris to believe
the skies hold up a plan
that captures --line and dash--
the platitudes of Man.

Though introspection toys
with stellar self-regard
the fault's within ourselves,
to paraphrase a bard.
Our tales don't travel space.
This province must suffice.
All horoscopes be damned!
The stars won't line up nicely.

© Norman Ball