When the stars' shine melt onto glass
Smeared like refined mud
Thick and dark to clean and scarce
Show us a losing struggle
No it cannot reach me
But then again it glows
Hence its beauty
And signs of it dimming once again beamed furiously
So the blanket of endless black
Strikes a few rifts of colour
And aimless floating rocks
Lifelessly
Still and twirling, taking anything and everything in its reach
The anus that ejects lost wanderers into what seem to be nowhere
But not the star
Its too smart to be curious and naïve
Not me
I'm stuck somehwere, which is somewhere
In space