Fallen Stars

Forests of steel and rivers of sidewalk, we drown in our ocean of regret. We have finally realized we’ve pushed too far and there’s no way back. Still, addicted to our conveniences, we insist this is better. A deluge of information sweeping across the nation yet we are ignorant. Blind and deaf (but cruelly, not mute). Pockmarked with restlessness, popping this pill and that pill and medicating our shortcomings to deny the reality we are eroding. Sick with power and wielding our defenses, we are the pity of the deer and the daffodils. We are lost. We are broken. We are gone. We are wasted. So we turn to night to blanket us and hide for a while. Escalate to find escape from the estuary of our lives. But on hilltops and rooftops we come to find the stars all fallen down, shaken from the heavens by overpopulated ghost towns. Headlights, streetlights, porch lights and on. But none above for us, (because of us), the Lost Children of the Earth, the parasites of our world. Fallen Stars, all.