flicker in and out of being

-by the stars that flicker in and out of being, denying the laws of reality to hold them, set your compass to the three most likely directions at once, sail with the breathe of the Hare and the flea, blowing tiny, microcosmic gusts into your sails outside of their knowledge, advance with systematic stochasticity, cautiously yelling for no-one to hear, our uncertain quivers will guide our hearts, our shoes abandoned, our feet feeling air underneath them, oxygen supporting our weight, the Way crooning to our ideas, lurching is long forgotten, doom existing only as an idle threat that delivers no danger, just continuation.