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Out Here, There are No Stars
Out here, there are no stars,
No tracks, no wayward lean.
Out here, unclear, untraced,
Out here, is just our words.
We brace the night like savages,
Like weavers of the untold psalms,
Just firelight myths and stolid drums.
We dance emblazed in cloudless skies.
Out here, no home remains,
Just ruins, reckless bones
Out here, we have no sun.
Out here, the broken songs
The bear once held the canyon trees,
The snake, in curls, the river’s end.
We have no hold of anything,
Just staring eyes of endless sight.
Out here, the unconfirmed,
Forgotten hobo saints.
Out here, there are no stars
Out here, is just our words.
No tracks, no wayward lean.
Out here, unclear, untraced,
Out here, is just our words.
We brace the night like savages,
Like weavers of the untold psalms,
Just firelight myths and stolid drums.
We dance emblazed in cloudless skies.
Out here, no home remains,
Just ruins, reckless bones
Out here, we have no sun.
Out here, the broken songs
The bear once held the canyon trees,
The snake, in curls, the river’s end.
We have no hold of anything,
Just staring eyes of endless sight.
Out here, the unconfirmed,
Forgotten hobo saints.
Out here, there are no stars
Out here, is just our words.
Published 23rd Apr 2020
| Edited 9th May 2020
Author's Note
22 of 30 - to the California desert of Jim Morrison
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