Random Starlight - Diorama

Random starlight meets a blind eye

Seeking undiscovered self-importance — you’re very important — you’re so

important

Pleasant distance finds me still

Slightly awaiting what is getting closer — it’s getting closer — are we getting

closer?

The radio directs the hunters

Into the shark aquarium

Mother ship we’re doing fine

But somehow we lost contact

Noble fractions out of vague perceptions

Blurring relevance of many details — many details — so many details

The radio directs the hunters

Into the shark aquarium

Mother ship we’re doing fine

But somehow we lost contact

An overdose of frequency

A random line to lead the lost

The radius was not defined

And somehow we lost contact

As if it’s slowing down the fall