james dean

and o how he envied the stars.

for ev’ry night they would widen his eyes,

 stain his skin,

and trace his veins with their

phosphorescent fingers and static palms.

o how he longed to walk among them and

disappear behind their veiled auras.

his hunger was so consuming

and his thirst for their infinites was so strong

that in the end he joined them.

but o he drove too recklessly.