as you sail you watch the lights slowly blinker in slow motion, neutrons bursting spilling out over the split radius of an astigmatic glare — those star lights blinking like the beacon of last call an equal longing, a whimper, a bang, a soft shell christmas waiting for you in the gentile rain blessing and enriching our bones. grating. please love i wave my flag; consider this a petition for you to come home on the next train out of town please i've forgotten and all i wish is for you to turn before you leave and ask me if i want to follow.
"starlight raining over me, like drifting through a memory"