XVIII: mayhaps perbe

Maybe if the Process truly mattered it would condense into a compact, dense inner core - Fe! in composition like a burning Sun. (Careful not to think of ours) A differentiated Sun, with a core Process that makes us all uncomfortable. Why? Why do we shift awkwardly in our seats while the Process erupts so obviously, splashing and spewing molten minerals into the inner cores of our eyes, which connect to our souls - (If we have them). We sit and stare as the massive bodies collide and form planets which align just so, & our lives diligently rotate about an axis which orbits around the Process - yet we ignore it so easily! (But still, uncomfortably).
Perhaps the Process does truly matter. It dark matters; we don't realize. we cannot see. so we ignore. But like most obvious Processes this one creates something more important than itself, hurting some and helping others, Continuously.

XVII: nightan

Took a bath in warm songwater,
Sank neck deep beneath a blanketed wave.
Lyrics lapped- and lips, too. The Night
tinted everyone's cheeks with shadow's inverse. Basking in a soft glow, thinking, The right now is fine... even better than The before. Why is there always a need for that something more?
Soaked in song and sated with sun, we sang
the words, "The right now's night is done."