van Gogh stares into the distance
the trees darken into piercing towers
the moon is the color of a smile
the night whirls with his thoughts
the houses lie
beyond reality's reach
I stare into the distance
within arm's reach
but not wthin the will's
the inkwell's darkness folds into itself
as often as the stars collapse
until its point pierces an eye
that is no longer there
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 5:15 AM UTC
van Gogh stares into the distance
the trees darken into piercing towers
the moon is the color of a smile
the night whirls with his thoughts
the houses lie
beyond reality's reach
I stare into the distance
within arm's reach
but not wthin the will's
the inkwell's darkness folds into itself
as often as the stars collapse
until its point pierces an eye
that is no longer there
poem's based off this image http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b2oHOO2ndlY/U_1eVjXpu0I/AAAAAAAABKw/ziWoZEvXJoU/s1600/Starry%2BNight%2Bby%2Balex%2Bruiz.jpg
and my inability to write my essay
