Mute Planet

Kill the lights, the stars have been torn from the ceiling

Ripped clean from the sheets onto eyes beneath.

Mobius path from celestial grasp

We know that we could know no more.

Still - their songs turned our brains to fat, radiance beseeched.

Lifeless space amidst these broken broadcasts

Like lighting trapped in jars of glass.

Bleeding heart replace the breath of words seeking their way out

minds fixed on the sky!

I thought i'd write it down but instead i went to bed

So much conversation with o so little said.

Grown tired of places lost in memory

Betwixt the distance, in the simplest

Here is there without the 'T'.