you won't find me sitting and watching the stars
i am up here
painting them into the sky
i painted mercury, i created mars
ceres, pluto, and eris are nothing less
than the brilliant blues i smeared across the heavens
the ocean's windstorms were produced by myself as well
a watercolor gone wrong
the mess that i am
who knew disasters
were capable of shading the complexity in the sky
morning and night?
while you are sitting and watching the stars
i am up here
painting them into the sky