Come Night: Part Psuedo Pantoum, Part Pitiful Plea (11)

Come night, we, staring, spot a star
where, normally, no sparklers are,
imagine it some magic place
where, moons ago, some master race

(there, normally, no sparklers are)

conspires to avoid collapse --

where, moons ago, some master race

by eu-evolving, eu-adapts.

Conspiring to avoid collapse,

this dynasty from outer space

by eu-evolving (it adapts)

fends off a fatal fall from grace.

This dynasty from outer space

where normally no sparklers are

fends off a fatal fall from grace.

(Here's hoping that is who we are.)