We look up and see the night spread wide
rich and dark and
I see only shadows in the folds
distant dreads,
things dwelling in abyssal trenches
and you remark
almost careless
on how much light the stars shake off
We look up and see the night spread wide
rich and dark and
I see only shadows in the folds
distant dreads,
things dwelling in abyssal trenches
and you remark
almost careless
on how much light the stars shake off