• Cloaked in a blanket of clandestine sky,
    the stars are like spiders
    and the planes are like flies.
    They spin and they spin
    and they shine and they shine-
    gleaming and scheming all throughout time.
    The fly is devoured.
    The plane disappears.
    Then the stars hiccup-
    a shower of tears.
    And then the plane falls in a blanket of flames.
    The meteor shower has gone and has came.