these are the veils
that cover our tracks
and the stories we told
are lining our backs
tolling, reeling,
better than ever before
he's leaving, refuted,
too cold for the shallow
shelter inside.

now, carbon makes steel
and the plains you meet
melt for the pillars of
the darkness that sounds
the placing of dreams on
the shelf

you blanket your stares
with your eyes, sockets contained
in your lies, protecting your
fears, committed,
the drastic pulse on the
tip of your star.