I knew it foolish in the moment and especially in the moments soon after. What I didn’t know was that there would be nowhere to run.
Never compare a beauty to something inescapable.
Yes, the sky is vast and dark and it sometimes gifts me with heavy cloud cover. And yes, the stars that fill it on the clear nights are bright and beautiful and worthy of a thorough gaze.
But they fade once she shows her first sign of age.
A crescent in entrance. A sliver is enough. Enough to dim the stars and light the sky and hold on tight to watching eyes.
Don’t you see? There is no state in this mind or this country that is free. It will always arrive. Always.
The worst part is that I don’t regret it. I said it back when she was just a cigarette. It all remains true. And I surely won’t regret the next high I compare her to.
Because it won’t at all matter.
As much as I would love for a greater beauty to find me.
And find me very soon.
I thought it when I left and know it now to be right.
Nothing will match the music I hear at the sight
of the moon.