Fucking Dusk.

This from my Kitchen Observatory.

Don't know why I still do measurements.

I chart the stars, and what planets

I can make out.  This through

all the fucking shit we crapped into the skies.

It's like I'm a surviving literate Monk. 

Clinging to the shreds of sanity

left over from civilization.

Who cares.

However it does pass the time.

Which is why them guys bothered in the last dark age.

It's something to do till the place is sacked.