I want to see your goodness around me
but it's got the properties of water
transparent as glass
your goodness is coiled like a fist
holed up in the back of the attic
crouched like a cat
you said I look like a stone sinking
but I am a constellation cut out in the sky
and if I have stopped burning
will you know in your lifetime?
and should I feel cold and far?
and should I feel weightless?
I imagine safety in the stars
'cause you make so many wishes
do you ever hear what the stars are saying to you?