There is an object hurtling through the Milky Way known as The Accident.
It is neither star nor planet, but a very old, cold brown dwarf.
Ofttimes I feel that way myself,
Neither fish nor fowl nor good red herring, still
Careening across the sea of stars without
Purpose or direction.
That could be my name: The Accident. Or
Maybe in some far-off pocket of the universe, I'll find
A niche. It could be that
My real name is The Missing Piece of the