The galaxies in your words
Terrify me to say the least
They demand to see mine
I can’t show, I want to hide
I think the world too nuanced
To want or to be wanted
The necessity of want itself
Glorified hoax, the shepherd’s joke
I do not want to die
And wake up to a sick snicker
A disbelieving chide
“I cannot believe you fell for that”
Do not think me tempted
By the matter of your unreality
But it’s breeze through my wet hair
Elusive, yet corporeal clemency
For dwellers of wise night
Dawn is all but poison
And I get stuck, staring, once or twice
But this run I cannot stop