Sailing Down To The Bottom Where Thoughts Rise

planetary dust has settled in my head
I'm back to shooting stars with a rifle
shell casings become rainbows
that are arched over head

other peoples dreams
lost like mine
gather
clouds encircle it all

I watch but do not intervene,
its a voyeuristic murder of ideals
no blood but everything dies
the death just drags on

cloaked in whatever shit rains from the sky
I soak it all in
every fucking drop
arms extended, I fall back