what is it about this life
that doesn't dare allow itself
to be cornered or jumped at
in the middle of the night
when all you're trying to do
is get a moment alone under
the stars' light still being shed
gently upon us every day and
night of our lives so we can
maybe be reminded of their
whispering insistence that they
were here just like us today
to make the best of it before
we're long gone and buried
as a precognition of our own
song left echoing before the
wake of simmering lightning
fades away altogether from
the electromagnetic facade
