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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.
Written by Hepcat61 (geoff cat)
Published | Edited 9th May 2020
Author's Note
22 of 30 - to the California desert of Jim Morrison
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