I weave my own myth from the fabric of dark sky and stars
the ghosts are here dancing among the molecules
I almost lost them amidst the waves crashing
it was a night to drown in
like a den of hibernating snakes
the land falls silent and people weep and scream
to seek forgiveness from darkling ghosts
and they wake up damaged
Last night the stars were splices of film:
and I watched as the moon was born out of the clouds