When Heavens change their minds
and blackhole starpools eddy,
When winds disturb the catacombs
and sheets of spiderwebs from sleep,
When Sulphur's claws unhook
and tear the black veneer of sky
The sparkling suns of stars
become a mine under the earth.
If my head's also skylocked
- or I'm fishing from the moon
And I come screaming down with stars
and shipwreck on the earth,
My mouth still holds that tender glow,
that fleeting stardrenched kiss,
The sugar speckled cinder burns
do not fall from my lips.
Every movement, every magic,
all charity resides there
With the voids existing also -
they are bodies in themselves
And they hang up their in silence
sentient, without mouths
Where they dream and they are jealous
and they just won't share their food.
A paradise exists up in
the candleabra night,
Astounding Supernovae catch your dreams
and steal your sleep,
Stark dwarves of crimson blood collude,
beat rhythms on the skull;
Yet we must fall out with ecstacy
we serve the call of gravity.
We are up there sometimes,
on lightyear pendelum swings
And we go cracking atmospheres,
with dustwaves in our wake.
Just bring home those cadances,
don't leave them to the stars.
Break that holy monopoly
for magic is also ours.
When a star comes down from Heaven,
don't let it's light go out,
Grasp desperately at those furnaces,
tear off a glowing splinter
So that down in the depths of every day
hope can still survive,
Make every second sparkle,
stop waiting for light to arrive.