In-Flight Convergence

serene almost angelic
the lights of the city extend
over lumbering behemoths
shrilly screeching displeasure
they say
that nothing is certain
that nothing man dreams or ordains
long endures his command

here the streetlights that flicker
and those blazing steadfast
seem one from a distance
descend
they abruptly
part ways

so that nothing is one
which at times does not suddenly blend
into garish insignificance
in the familiar alleyways
in the white neon flash
and the billboards of convenience

and man seems the afterthought of his own brilliance
as we thunder down the enlightened runways