a happy story

itwas but... they did not want to see it or believe it
instead they filled ya up
like a book.
stories cover your eyes and move you
above the stars shine, covering you, turning you inside out
now why?
look at us, my friend
so admirable the loud negative force of energy pulsed shortly and only shortly after burst in a crowd
you died loudly... a loud doused flame's death.

but the sky covered your body
trust the star, trust the words, they offer a comfort?
yet a stretched canvas controls you, it's not motivated though
not at all by impermanent motivations
instead.. a judge broods and schemes like tomorrow will never come and it will make your stomach sick

or it will burn a happy story of thousands of pages
and those pages I love
all the forces in the world that keep a good book shut, no more
also, the stars that can grant can judge no more
the judges hence die

overlooking us is no negative force, now the stars shine and cluster elsewhere. we just see their butts on fire, that's why they are white.