It Seems I Lie Back And Gaze Upon The Stars

It Seems I Lie Back And Gaze

Upon The Stars

It seems I lie back and gaze upon the stars
spilt as sugar across a blackened cloth,
where each simple bright could warm so many homes
which wakes the suicide I was denied.

Then I look round at these peaceful, empty walls,
and emptiness attacks like rejection after lust,
so I run away again to my dreamless years of death,
for this Marie Celeste will kill me once again.

I am rewoken at the next tick-tocking time
to hear a new report saying much the same again.
I'm trapped in disappointment, in artificial birth,
this God has scratched my history, I'm repeatedly reborn.

Yet, as I am reconstructed, so we could inflame
some sterile globe boring round a sun,
infecting an unbirthed peace with life's chaotic charm.
I could contradict my people's stupid end.