Shooting stars fall from the heavens, and,

Instead of working, doing, making sacrifice, I pray;

I make a wish on debris that burns upon

Entering the atmosphere. Millions of meteors collide

Each day without our notice and so my fucking falling farce isn't that special. My father called his belief in the Creative force of the universe faith.

Jeminy Cricket said no request was too extreme as long as my heart was in it. Well, fuck the Blue Fairy!

My father is dead, and no dream or desire or spacial detritus will deliver him to me again.