“You should be seen!” he said,
– “Might I even shine?!”;
like the silver moon only seen
by those who dare to be
awake in the darkest night.
The sleep-runners of the day are too busy;
rushing/anxious to pass/mesmerized & gazed with glazed
eyes all at once
at the yellow big light.
And as for the audience
the silent staring stars will suffice.
Might I even sell some tunes to a bunch
of obsessed crickets chirping with worn out wings,
or a line or two
to some rare pale passing-by comets
March 1st, 2012