We tried to tattoo the stars.
Tried connecting the dots of universal light
into next-level constellations for a distracted generation.
We drew droplets of red-shifted blood
from the midnight sky using the cleanest needles in the Milky Way.
Now we wonder if it was a mistake
for us to decorate the cosmos
after our own whims
and such cursory research?
What if that line there is wrong
and we should have instead connected
Sirius to Vega?
Damn it, we’ve never been the types to sit too comfortably with permanence.
Always been the types to wonder what the hell we’ve done
and just what the hell were we thinking.