I had always believed in the permanency of the stars
Sewn into place by stories of bears and belts
Rotating around a single point
But here, where charcoal paper is rolled out
Pinpricked and held at arm’s length,
I have no ownership over the sky
I had always believed in the permanency of the stars
Sewn into place by stories of bears and belts
Rotating around a single point
But here, where charcoal paper is rolled out
Pinpricked and held at arm’s length,
I have no ownership over the sky