Stars
04/06/2023
I gazed for the stars this night, they glared back, blinking to and from sight.
Swimming in straight unnatural perfection.
A dance for a mate in unknown code?
breaking the fog of the dark with endless motivation.
Seeking a final destination where its glare meets a gaze, and its code is unriddled.
This poem humours the idea of planes being stars, and how everything follows nature's rules.
