Your magnificence, luminous heart and hands, magnified without a doubt from me. Only a strange familiar song, stars like yours meant to burn through darkness like mine, until I may return to quiet unknown. I catch your stardust and hear you turn, sleep and uncover yourselves. Admiring you from a distant exile, after you are always finished first, and I am finally burnt, consumed by your presence ever hungry for itself. Echoing across a knowing black sky, consequences and second chances.