Obscured
By spattered constellations
In the boldest hues
I keep
Through the arc of fear

Nothing true takes form
In their glittering span
And placid, heartless display

Nothing whole transpires
From the ether
I’ve forged in hate
In the clutches of panic’s
Foul whim

Obscured
As the world
Passes on with ease
Unknowing and full
So pleasantly afar