A white wall of shining stars
standing 1000 light years high,

Beautiful.

An idle engine
An idle mind

To drive through the storm treacherous
to climb above impossible
although I'd like to try.

Castrated hearts,
withering delusions
& failed attempts to keep pace.

In slow motion the reel spins
emphasizing every action,
every emotion I have ever given
Memorizing the seconds
like the most intricate patterns of palms.

We cast no shadows on days like this,
bitter and shrill
miserable without...