Ask me anything
I would live forever if I could, but not this way,
like a star formed out of void, traveller on roads,
endless bound highway.
Star-spangled but not proclaimed, unnamed star
warrior, soft lit amidst the vast cosmos, riding the waves
of the astral sea, that astral ocean full of cosmic events, visions
of grandeur yet minor in the ever expanding nature of those things.
WOULD LIVE FOREVER IF I COULD
BUT NOT LIKE THIS
A STAR FORM OR A LESS TRAVELLED ON ROADS
yet world weary.