These are poems that I might write more of, who knows.

Stars.

A species on fire

Lighting up the night.

Unbeknownst, to the awe and adoration of many.

Deep inside,

A burning pyre

Invisible, to the eye of others.

Just like stars and their light.

Wearing masks thicker than the atmosphere.

So even you yourself can't see the light within.

I don't how much wind it'll take to kock the ozone away from here

To the people of the earth

We are nowhere in Sight

Of the light

Of the sun

Or artificial luminescences that perhaps we've made to hide ourselves from ourselves.