Midnight apologises, but it has to arrive
some of us die
some will realise that to survive is not the be all of the end all.

Meanwhile the charity ball and the tickets sold
fold under the midnight sky.

I never know and I never know why
these things occur to me as time padded and passes me by.

It could be fantasy for a fool has many of those?
close one door another appears as you blink through the tears that flow,



do you care for any of this?

did the stars burn that kiss on your lips and pretend to be me?

six points

I have an untied galaxy destroying me
turning me into dust on the shelf.

And I'm punching my weight against time.

Any difference is only a difference or diffidence that you see

I am and have been sadly or not me.

I don't apologise
midnight shines not
in my eyes
I see
only
the summer.