Knock on Light

My arms clash with all they can't bring back:
the darling light, the really great years,
the pout of living beings, the hesitation of workers. The thick
line of blue is dawning on us. I'll harbor disdain
for the powers that be while looking across the desk at earth:
I don't know what you're doing but at least getting to know
you makes me care a lot less about what you know about me.