Dear people of the world,
I left you a letter.

There, on the first asteroid on the right.
Is hardship in paper and paint
Worth more than dismay and wax
Melting in prayer during a storm?

Tell me, Friend, how wide
Your face and all the world was
When it's been raining stars
And you left without umbrella?

I saw how nights can twinkle -
The endless raven highway.
How many gods does it take
To change a burned out star?

It is so crazy that we are
In time and space that hatches
Life. It matters not. Like stars,
One day we all run out of matches.