Oh wrecked midnight, tucked in a little corner of this milky way, I stare up at you. The sound of your nector drips down the numbers on that clock.
I feel the light of your darkness entwine with my inkling. An inkling unmoved for sure. You see me through your stars and wink, an attempt to lure. One of the wicked ways of this world, don’t you think?
There is a star not too far away. One that’s mine, the inverse of which works just fine. The star that yearns beyond it’s doubt, an astroid shower veils it’s truth with the fallacy of reality. A little while longer and I’ll be out of this corner. Out of this corner and in that star’s galaxy.