somewhere there are winter suns
that smile down coldly
down on boys like me
with jupiter storms of cream
torrents of white noise satellites
sending messages of past pictures of fingers clasped
around mine with mine in mine
winking out madly
i've got no polaris
i've heard it called the demon star
but i am too foolish to turn it off at night
and now it's burned out on me
and sand is weighing down on my hot air balloon
the earth is weighing in
and it already feels like
i've not seen a diamond in years
the tiny grits of sand creep in
on separate strands of wind
to pile up over the armor cracks
sealing nightmare insects in
into the tunnels of brain tissue
still whispering of things never born
still telling of eggshells never broken
