[Part 2] POLSCI 101: “Don’t be a fool”

The stars I see  

Are flickering in fear

Restless and exhausted

Desperate

To stay bright in

Impending darkness

Harbour-like clouds

Hovering stations for Rea-charging®

Yet if stars want to dream

They must stay awake

Because to lie in real cotton 

They must pay in shine and glow

Often only to wake up

From the nightmares of feeling 

Too comfortable

Funny that comfort is precisely 

What is feared

For the price would be hacked sharpness

And drained energy

Settling into clouding darkness

A black hole for hopeful luminance

Perhaps it is such darkness 

That strikes a cord of lightning

Keen to break free from dimming clouds

Some respond with crashing and burning

To some

A shooting star

To some

A flaming disaster

These are the stars I see 

And for us to be wise

We must learn to love them

So let’s do that 

Shall we

Wait sorry

I forgot the key 

Can be both to embrace and resist 

Falling in love with brightness

Wisely empty

I don’t know about you 

But I’m trying damn hard 

To love the stars I see

All of their entirety

Including the fires and controversy

And according to your wise words

You should agree with whatever I please 

As long as it’s where the flow naturally leads

And from what I see

Burning meteors are as natural as can be

It’s quite empathetic, you see

Space is a vacuum where no sound can travel

So since the dark sky is essentially deaf

It does make at least some sense 

To ignite as well as scream

I think natural selection decided

It is precisely when it comes to love 

That struggling attempts are worthwhile

And fuck, wouldn’t we love to see 

The stars beaming freely