Nighttime spills over the horizon
staining the land with shadows
its blackness deep and unyielding
but soon arrives a tide of constellations
glistening with the brilliance
of stars unnumbered
they wash over the Earth
bathing all in soft starlight and
cleansing the darkness

When
your inner optimist becomes someone else,
someone pessimist,

-that has decided to see the good things,
the least.

hoping dirt frowns, head
rumbles pulpily, dockyards
riding, dryly, cold