A small fever
A fever of struggle and wreckage
Its frantically filled to the brim with frustration
criminal, mysteries, secrets
Nothing goes the way its planned to be
The sun looks down onto us
Like a hungry silence
This dying cluster is impossible not to desolate
Like a heap of fur and feathers
Nothing was done to stop the silence

just take a step back

Brush away the dirt in your eyes
The clarity is dazzling
This dome of sculpted hills will comfort you
Not everyone is unearthly
Don’t lose your glow
For you are pure color
Your beauty is lovely beyond thought
Like sunlight, you cut through the darkest streaks of black
Friendlier than the night
And greater than the best of the faithful