Space to Fill

...I'd rather be a star

Floating in and outta space dust

Than an ink blot

In some dusty ol space

Floorboards squeak

Like mice tryinna speak

Can't see curtains, no widdo peak

Open mic, nice.  Knees weak

Still i think I'd like to read your lips in slow motion.

Closed caption, cuz i Iike to go at my own dang

Pace.  Lines break cuz there's heart, not a race.

I'd rather read the lines on your face...

Well ain't that some ol bull,

Space is quiet, every seat is full

A vacuum.  That doesn't suck

12 sided die, kinda rando

"Give it all you got!"

Nothing tries my luck

Like open season improv

And it's past my bedtime

All I see is orange-out

Last call for Trump masks

Well it's a hard rain is a-gonna fall

But what is it drops on us

From the sky

I guess it's what we raise up on high

What we populate the cloud with

The cloud goes around

The cloud come up

Worthy

A worthy exchange

Between the sky and the ground

And worth more than a while

Time will test

And time will tell

A hush whispers through the furrows

Lush with this wild watering

Turgid tendrils attenuate

Taper-off in threshed turpor

The archer draws back the horizon

And lets go

Still I'd rather be a star in and out of space

Or rather a dust-blown page in a starry place