burning

when I picture the stars in the sky they always seem so conceded
invisible during the day
stars present themselves to me in dream sequences
they represent fate
they represent ghosts
they represent me
they know quotes in books I haven't read in years
I can hear them coming
burning
I can hear them chewing away at the drowning warmth of time
I daydream of electricity and activity and wounded things and martyrs
an asteroid shower like legions of angles falling down from on high
falling off the pentacle of humanity
I take comfort in the fact that I'll forget all my sins with age