I should probably know,
But I don't,
Where these stardust fastballs
Come from.
In some hidden cave,
Inaccessible to my fears, my mind,
My frenzied attempts to save the world.
Should I be afraid of this--
Asteroid from the hand
Of a God I'll never understand,
Whose ways aren't my ways
(Or Wayne LaPierre's, thankfully)?
And how close is close?
Does the lights-out closer
At the back-end of the Cosmic
Bullpen have any idea where
His fastball's really going?
