stars

stars. they walk with you all along.
not the trees. nor the milestones.
the further they are. the better.
we trespass howling generators
working alone in the night.
for no reason. there are no lights i can see.
and yes. there are dead dragons i see
buried in the road. not to be feared.
they are refugees in the dark. it is their home.
like dogs in abandoned homes during harsh. winter months.
they are friends. close.
and we talk about shapeless non things,
before dispersing away. we are fragments
of nothingness. beautiful for no reason.
and ugly for none. we are like stars.