starryeyez

The Astronomer The night is a skin around me I poke holes in to see the stars. Wakeful hours, wide-eyed trying to see out there while perched on the trunk of my car. The night is a skin around me. Blue-black, straining to see myself in the blue moon, red of mars. Inside of me so many fireflies, in too many jars. Night.  Skin around me reaching out in tiny puckered pores. Image through the lens, tiny planet sea of sometimes sparkles, desert land, drying shores. Refocus me forget the scope, forget mars. The night is a skin around me I poke holes in to see the stars.