sliding into the black-dark
where no streetlamps break
false sunshine into the night
we wait in our caves, warm
with electric candles bright
light pinpricked in black earth
where little people dwell
in the shelter of the milky-way
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 11:50 AM UTC
sliding into the black-dark
where no streetlamps break
false sunshine into the night
we wait in our caves, warm
with electric candles bright
light pinpricked in black earth
where little people dwell
in the shelter of the milky-way