Billie whispers in my quivering ear
secrets from the Soundwave Stratosphere
Pulsating angst through my black veins
I glide along her
icy
path
and pick the dimmest stars from
ancient constellations
put them in my dusty pockets
and conceive of
New Formations
and the expanding Sky
he beguiles me
and winks at me
as shafts of starlight
dance with speckled dust
and inhabit my
Decomposing Heart
-November 2011
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