Keep Breathing; Keep Humming

She said,
the stars are a perfect example of
the completeness of infinity
as she gazed upwards
, a dark car in daylight.

I guess she makes sense unless
you think of stars as projections
of some far off form of
combustion or God playing
with matches and candles.

So one day, I sat down
at noon
against a warm oak tree and
looked at the stars through a crowded room.

They sang like millions of filled notebooks,
they wept like millions of battle torn mothers,
they were the millions of poets
just trying to find a voice in
this
completeness of infinity we call home.

Shine so bright but nobody will see
you.
Be so beautiful that nobody will care.
Shine so bright, nobody can see you.
Nobody cares.

Nobody cares about the millions of poets
with their notebooks made of flesh, the ink of blood.
Nobody cares because they died
seven years ago and the light
is just reaching us now.

Be so beautiful you get overlooked,
Do so good you don't matter,
These stars have a lot to say if
you'd only listen to the
hum.
HUM.

The completeness fo infinity.
F   E   W of us bother to stop to
see
and even fear stop to
feel.

It must be a form of poetry and it must rise
and fall with the moonlight tides
because
it seems at midnight the world is so
lost, lost in the infinity of my own making.

Keep breathing;
let your d e a d star shine
let it shine let it shine
make those forget to breathe;
we all have different reasons for forgetting to breathe.