Untitled i'm waiting for the stars to fall into puddles of depth deep-seated convictions didn't hold them in the sky, or in my mind but they fall every day daysleepers and forgetful never fearing the inevitable plunge wiggling, kaleidoscopic taunting me with the height daring my hands to reach up laughing at my stuttering mentality gloating and distantly beckoning i wish the stars could fear me while i speak words of their doom how i'd laugh as they cringe and kick them after they fall Joshua McNeese