We never sleep under the stars
We only sleep amid them
You could call this a gutter
Don't make it a drain
No matter the count of the voices we are, it's a minuscule figure
Add it to the mouth-agog singer's stunned-silent refrain
You may find the answer in any corner of the world
Let the wall hold your head up to the curl
Easily consistent with any cause these stars surround
File your focus under found
Time won't wait you
Sure, it's a curious curved line
Not unlike a horizon