the planetarium wiped blank,
lights muddy and murk, yet we still sank,
memories of stars far,
nothing bonding both sides in ear.
#writing sketch
thin, suspended, seethrough;
shapes join and part
in squilming sight.
girl in concert with a nonliving nature
buried, a how of a what
that nature's blossoms, them colorly fractal
knowledge become her new glut
creeps in from the edges;
the moon can't remember
why it once shone.