Jupiter

Jupiter ascends, dangles, teasing proximity. While elsewhere humans starve. 

A good lens refracts all, from the source, bending reality to suit the eye. We behold the majesty, the despair, heartlessly, heartfully. 

"Tearful at the falling of a star," she said. Knowing many more would fall and leave us mourning, especially for those who never saw it streak and fade, exhausted from just Being.

Still Jupiter ascends, leaves no trail, makes no promises. Dangling there like a lie.

I just want to believe it, I'm so fucking tired. Just a shill--take me down a notch, howling at the sky, getting no reply, not soon enough anyway.

Can't you see I'm that star you saw? Supernova burnt to a micro-crisp. Trailing tears for those who missed the show.

Jupiter! Rise to your station, all truthfully radiant. You charmer, you vigilante. I'd follow if only you pointed the way.