Sidereal

My heart burns with a cold, white fire Fighting against itself in a battle no one can win I am contrived, a portrait of a girl who... And anyone can fill me in. My destiny was not written for this world This earth is not my home And I am but an echo, the perception of a far-off light Almost imperceptible amid the light pollution Streetlights, headlights, stoplights, flashing highway signs Obfuscating the truth. For a moment, I think perhaps I could escape The confines of flesh, blood, cells, atoms, tangibility And ascend into the night posed into a constellation forever.