a star from afar
beautiful and white and dumb, for anyone
just look up
but when you are orbiting the star
you will curl and turn to dust
the colors and shapes your mind makes
the words to fill in the blanks
they are always fantastic and vague and great
but they're only words to make you bored
your wondering eyes
easy on a silhouette, drunken by mystery
those eyes magnified recognize cyan and violet and red
a face takes the space
occupied by fantasies, philosophies and what could be
It is what exists
it is overwhelming, it is more that misty dreams that make you sick of me
i don't wanna get you sea-sick of me
but the sky is spilled ink
the waves are orange crush
the sails are tearing
and the hull is dragging on a rug of phosphorescent crust