My Plastic Sky
I lie awake looking at the plastic stars,
Their dim glow in the semi-darkness.
The stars which are the opposite of stars:
They are contained. Captured by walls.
I’m dreaming with my eyes open,
Filling the world with my mind.
Blink.
And we’re under another sky
I’m falling down the rabbit hole
So I can scoop the stars into my hands.
The plastic has become burning vastness,
The scars on your back are places to linger,
Places to walk around.
My breaths are the waves.
And then I am back the upright way,
Looking at the plastic stars again.
The stars that I arranged
Pressed into my sky with bare hands.
I lie awake looking at the plastic stars,
Their dim glow in the semi-darkness.
The stars which are the opposite of stars:
They are contained. Captured by walls.
I’m dreaming with my eyes open,
Filling the world with my mind.
Blink.
And we’re under another sky
I’m falling down the rabbit hole
So I can scoop the stars into my hands.
The plastic has become burning vastness,
The scars on your back are places to linger,
Places to walk around.
My breaths are the waves.
And then I am back the upright way,
Looking at the plastic stars again.
The stars that I arranged
Pressed into my sky with bare hands.
