It's because... W.I.P.

It's because...
...a thing is like nothing else not
even itself least of all the names
of the missing planets invisible bodies
wandering between stars from
the beginning of time that we reason
with shackled senses wed
for life to our own shadows, that every tree
is rooted to the earth & earth itself to our own
flamboyant star with its flare
for radiant wind &
aboreal storms shattering the palette
of night over the rooftops of abandoned cities