Somebody tell that man there are only so many starlit nights we’re allowed, that the sands of time won’t stop collecting around my ankles, that I’m beginning to believe that Stardust is my maiden-voyage name, and that surely I will soon sink in this sea….

Function and Form

Maybe I had to fall
Probably I needed the thief
Or the cries of the world
Sound too distant to me

I’m sure my role was to sink 
Made for the dark of the deep
So when at last I ascend
I’ll know to bring others with me