The lines of men will fade
in something of a dream,
then romance in the night
with angels in the cream.

In staring all the way
to MIlky Way and back,
the indigo seems brighter
when asteroids "attack".

A Nibiru, in hiding,
a somewhere far above,
the phantoms of a glance,
unrequited, in love

As lyrics in a rhyme
embrace a new demise,
the empathy's in pockets,
of wistful, Mayan eyes.