from my limited perspective it all looked the same tiny specks of white littered the night sky to my ignorant mind it all felt the same the measures of distance too grand and puzzling in the unforgiving darkness straight ahead the stars’ light smothered by tall buildings and false clouds in that daring alleyway just over my shoulder choking and croaking snickering and bickering it all becomes too familiar and i hear my mother’s voice “the daytime possesses eyes” and the nighttime no longer a story i’ve heard a million times the stars distant witnesses whereas long ago they were eyes akin to daytime’s sun with that, i take off desperation clinging to the stars the Moon only a sliver of the sun and yet just as mesmerizing a reflection of the sun it’s dim comparison granting tolerable access but our final meeting is brief and as red runs the street, harmony follows distance.