Remember that conversationabout a void, the stars,another dream? Only last week,far from the cavernyou’re stuck in now.Consider constellationsas chill embraces youlike a long-dead lover’s arms.Scratch them on the wallssufficiently crypticallyfor posterity to wonderwhat caused that collision,so much heat, such bright nights.
For Corey’s prompt to the Real Toads: THE CAVERN OF MY THOUGHTS