A plea for a star
You used to be statue in a dream
Fusing harmony with knife-spread focus
Dreaming on every razor-blade sunflower glow
Tinkering with one left foot
Autumnal paths die from your shadows
Foliage enjoys the true death
Spoken last words tinged with bitterness
My daylight rolls around my cerebellum
Images and alluding to an unknown
My flower grows by a cruel force
Springing devils out unhatched
Crashing about this walls I call superfluous
They cannot do, but what is bidden
So I unpack into the rest of the day
Unfit to deal with all circling around me
A glimpse of Sheba makes me cringe
Biting my gum as I trample through
The path of thoughts
Back and forth
Genesis drowned like a man
Speaks in ghostly notes
Crying amongst the wailing of sea-creatures
Sirens blow past
My own two feet
Running like a phantom
But my kiss of death was swallowed
I pick up the pieces of my soul
And sell them at auction
I have no need
My star dwindled above my head
And my fancy has abandoned me
I wonder about the plucking of the time
What else will betray its own master?
But the horizon smells like a freshly baked pie
And I stir inside my bones
At the expectant nature
Of what lays ahead
I sit among the ruins of a star
Praying like a monk
Dire voices spring near mine
So I make an alter-wise plea
For my dearest star
To come back to me
My truest soul has a need once again
So this candlelight will burn with sulphur
And the glints will not haunt me
Through the slow dwindling witching hours of the night
