Conjunction

Lying here on our backs,
the night looks so clear.

We sidestep into opposition
while Venus
loves her moon.

Napalm blasts the starlit sky,
fire torches cool attitudes,
eats the planet
with you and I in it.

And baby, we lie still,
watch it all burn in an instant,
realign, and reconnect.

Now let's make a wish,
blow out the world
because we regret nothing.