It Hardly Matters

J. Michael Yates

It hardly matters now.
Now that the ring
Of bright blue
Violet fire-horizon-
Has gone out.

It hardly matters now
That the hedge of flame
I called "horizon" is gone,
That things that have always
Mattered have never mattered.

That it hardly matters
Now and now and now
Is a golden animal
That glows almost
In this tightening dark.