She slips out to aid the stars that light your romantic bliss. Cruel bitch she exaggerates all that is amiss. It haunts you, you beg to be released. It taunts you, you beg but to dream. Try and sleep here tonight.
Imaginary mothers forgive and cleave their child, cooing an 'OK', 'alright', into gluey eyes.
Coaxing a growing upthrusting rocket life. Imagine this, impossible that, to soar without a fight. The right to sleep allowed and clean inside this labyrinth. A bullish moan, a hero's flight, a night in ancient Greece. The moon is done she's sleeping now, your happy hopes are crushed.