Names are written in the stars
when Earth's out of storage for people
running around her beautiful offerings
but she's so caprice that she can't decide
which ones to remove from the
horizon. I just hope our names don't
show up cause those are the ones she moves
to the top of Death's list.

Sit with me, find the old constellations,
the ones with stories and history,
myth and little to no truth. Sit with me,
like nothing at all is wrong, even if
only for tonight.