Star Fucker

whatever tomorrow brings, the churning of the seas into butter, water into wine or the death of independence i will cling, a desperate lichen to this moment, this sudden acorn of knowledge burst forth into oak, this sunrise punch in the stomach, a dropped cigarette, still smoldering on end, perfectly balanced on the edge of my mind...

a beast unrecognized and hard to catalogue, i don't remember your face, it was dark and solid, eyes like the river at night