Arguing stars will tell you, true and through
with distant lights of bright:
fantasies fair and crawl,
but separation, beware it all.
Invisible, true, and bearing are
wild dogs and their painful selling
of words in the night of unoccupied dwelling.
Shaggy back door deals under
blistering moons at
the steady hour of billboard death,
easy day grind
loop after loop, it goes in
the conveyor belt spin
and chairs within.