The stars were
sleeping silently near.

And down the hall
feeling eternity
the disintegration of the soul
the dissipation of constitution
falling away easily
and without remorse.

All the day and all the sun
aged and old
below the bubble
that started it all.

Side by side
lighting the way
to the clearing
and the house
with tar paper
and winding vines.

Matched by
The life that bled
out into the street
once the water dried up
and existence was not sure.

Floating sound
and subtle whisper
below the water
silted through
the moon’s pull.

Behind the plastic
clear and thick
retrieving all ambition
observing new gasses.