outside our circle of influence

stars fly by like fearful entropy.
listen and you'll hear the swift exit of
legitimate cacophony, noise that exists
but does not linger unnecessarily, is not
for our benefit or dressing down, but sings
through the universe un-impinged by our
wants or needs. you try to handle it like a
snake that might be charmed; you know it
not. but you can hardly be blamed for
trying.