Static [manxman]

The Stars In Me

Consistency lurks within the stars

Like beads of blood linking jagged lines on my skin

Dust of heaven links the stars

Broadcasting to lesser beings an unchanging sky

And yet we still marvel at it

The vast majority of oblivion

Strikes fear and awe

Reigning dominant like a blade against my self-will

Gods manipulating our worlds

Free-will wrecking us with stupidity

Control or controlled

Awe and fear

Feeling so at home

Yet unable to shake the sense

That I don't belong here

Hands in the sand and roaring black waves

Crashing against my toes

Perched on a boulder on the mountain's peak

Feeling like a God, feeling like a King

In frigid poverty

Rich in warmth of goods

Breathing for granted

Or mere moments until devoured by the worms

The stars remain unchanged

Shining brighter on no one

They purge beauty onto all

Unto some as an accompaniment to majesty

To others a cruel snub of the cold universe

Like skin breaking seamlessly beneath my steel

The stars part into day

And life resumes to the mundane

With the day comes reality

But later, with the night, comes the chance to believe that there will be more

The day may be altered

But the stars will remain unchanged