To Eat the Stars

In the opulent voided presence
of this vast, prodigious sky
the milky atmosphere is curdling in my bones
The planets, like salient orbs
sing down to me
their harmony, softly sweet
The blue lucidity is a reflective pool
that cradles light and transcendence,
it's cataclysm seeps down into my eyes
illuminating my mind
You hallucinate reality, now
this cold that feels like warmth
this obscurely architected illusion
The long, cold fingers of existential being
reach out for you
from these darkening azure skies,
enfolding you and blurring your ways
This hand that commandeers them
places cover upon your eyes,
obstructing your reality
and chants it's melody,
a sweet, devastating lullaby,
and rocks you into sleep
a long, dreamless sleep.