When your eyes filled up with
stars,
and the avenues of
thought grew
crowded,
I was a pedestrian
amongst the cars.

When the lights changed
I walked into your
slums,
into the places you
have come to fear the most,

and I darted across,
through traffic,
past curbs and assorted
concrete.

Yesterday, your eyes
filled up with
stars, and they
fell to earth.
I picked one up,
to keep in
my glove box.