like she was thinking and saying once before-
the death is like an everlasting summer.
the setting sun is stuck on orange, stuck on dusk.
(i’m not letting go)
will you let me watch? let me stay and see stars?
no, wanna go home. aren’t you ready to go? aren’t you ready to go?

but leave me here, stuck on dusk.
leave me here, stuck on orange- copper penny sun
off to the west you can almost make out a transparent moon.
amazing how many words come from these celestial
heavenly
sky-stuck balls of fire and gas and who knows what else.
(there’s a reason- good reason)

will you let me watch? let me stay and see stars?
no, aren’tyouready? aren’tyouready?
aren’t you ready to go?

but leave me here, stuck on dusk.