A gunshot rang out across the universe
The first volley by the surrealists
Against a soul-crushing existence
A star extinguished by those
Thinking Breton was a warcry
And not a disintegrated corpse
And under that tiny darkness
Hiding our innocent shyness
We held hands
For the first time
Soon the empire
In their steady wisdom
Returned fire
A scattershot of darkness
Against the night sky
And all who might harbor the madmen
You sang to me
As we gathered the harvest
The autumn chill settled in
Under the broken constellations
The stars began dropping quickly
A million ideologies
Singing victory over one another
Safeguarding humanity
From the tyranny
Of starlight & society
As the cacophony came nearer
We lay hand in hand
Beneath our meager blanket
Smiling
As the big light went out
2022-10-20
Published in print on Star*Line