Heaven resides,

In the bindings of a notebook,

When my stars have all aligned

With another lost band

Set alight in the wild

–

Hell resides

A few passages after,

When these stars have all burned

And I plummet from their gleam  

–

Clarity resides  

On the fringes of each world,

When the allure of the past  

Is folded shut and left silent

–

These treasured moments

Unfold pure and plain,

Outside of their binds,

In the honest summer heat