TONIGHT
across the sky,
again
tonight there's
a scrum
of stars,
everybody wants
to illuminate
himself,
I'm afraid to
show you,
the depth of heart,
in that profundity,
except the
infinite gloom
and your
shimmering love,
bottomless
chasm,
swimming dreams,
the eternal
sense,
divine precipitates,
or self-analysis,
crust of pain,
whatever
having me, it's
before you,
