Realms

Dear Dylan

I live at the edge of your unknown,

Out of reach at the zenith of your celestial sights,

Resembling a skeleton who attires no bones

I am an ancient atlas that is anchored to the night.

To a reckless end, I am endlessly prone

Boundless forever, here on sad height

Kindly keep me in your dreams,

There, I will retire at the gracious end of infinity

At the brink of forever, that's where I'll be.

Rage, rage on with all of your might

But remember still,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

-Your Father in the stars