stars dropping silently


Stars fall as fickle as leaves out here

casting their shadow against this muggy

little windowpane

I imagine us as them

painted in that sky with not a

shred of distance between us

and it warms me

burns me up like those balls of gas

flashing pentagrams save for that

that washed up cold

Orion is my only familiar

If I had been her I would have did

the same for you

for that is where you shall lie

in the vault of heaven

immeasurable and immortal

looked upon for years





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