astrolatry

just as the sky 

worships the stars,

I revere your everything heart.

we are all selfish,

driven only by our desires

and time.

I got a bunch of business cards

with my name on them,

all with different logos. 

empty of everything,

sitting at table to

the loudest silence. 

I am sure I'll love your book recommendation,

but its symbolism in my life's metaphorical bookshelf

is more important to me than its content.

we never run out of pains,

just as we can't escape the face of fate,
looking back at us in the old mirror.