Astral Currents

I miss the sky of days gone by before the roar of aerosol sprays, electronic noise from power arrays, when trust was met in a stranger's eye. If the stars disappeared, would I notice? Our arrogant glare dispels the divine shredding our trail with stinking decline in our dark corner of the cosmos. It's clear we're been pinned to the corkboard to mercifully sequester our vice from enlightened star travelers seeking the light within every random core. Someday I will mine my loving shine, spirit and energy shall combine when I ask why the breath of your sigh hastens the pace of verve's alibi.