This is
Another
Version

Trampled
Lusciousness

No one
Told me
Of
A paradisal
Ether

Where one
Can talk
Through
Black mirror

A symbol
Of neck
Pain

Artificial
Light
Stuttered
Communication

A message
Received

A naked
Body
Or
Satire

All transferred
Via satellite
To my
Jeans

If the stars did die
I wouldn't mind
If my eyes went blind
I couldn't find

Strolling the darkness
With souls like yours
Hearing the whisper
That binds us further

But
If the stars are bright
I'm grateful
If I can see light
I'm aware
If I can hear voice
I'm at ease