A Star Rover

Glazing, gazing at the sky, twenty stars like saphires on dark black. Turn it on, the wand that brings magick on the world, go ahead and jump from this life to the next, and light up like wildfire, green and blue.

We are starseekers, wandering aimlessly through them sparks, mint fresh and breathing the secret of time (it doesn't exist, not how we believe). I can spring from spring to summer in Berlin, and find myself hidden in that shadowy alley that became our straight jacket, our prison of the mind.

Rove, Star Rover. Take your guidance from the twinkles above and find a new sun.