it's desolate and dark and swallowed
down here, but your shadow assures
me that nothing will harm me.
a quiet moon blinks across my skygazing
vision and into the descending
meditating meteorites. if it weren't
so lonely, then this place would mean
a little more than just deep solace.
and i know i'm just being selfish again.
i suppose it's a bit desolate in the
stars too, but don't worry; i'll be