Ballistic relativity within a causal space
Broken is the glass eye of forever
Compacting melancholy reveries ******
As star streams descending parish beyond night
Ephemeral are the inner feelings and sensations
Articulated when we are alone…vacant
For if, a star falls was there ever any color at all
Or was there no bother burning bright
Landing is harder then blazing out
Because every star will crash
It is all in proper maintenance
Who cares to drive the machine?
It is not just who or how you get there
More about how hard you gleam!