Schatzi Song For Stephanie
In your sunspot glare more than enough lights
have faded through an opening.
Wider than the deepest crater.
After all you're going nowhere. Faceless. Hollow. Taken.
Even though I though I was part of your confusion.
It kept me caught in the web of your solution.
Pushed into the center. Somewhere wasted. Hollow. Taken.
Under thin skies. Black inside.
