Twinkle Twinkle Remix

Flickering, Flickering tiny light,
Pondering, ponder how you take flight,
Though you drift from the world with haste,
Shining gold from the deep dark dirt paste,
Bright glowing hint in the distant night,
How I think, the way you get your light.

Reed, Casey. “Isolated neutron star.” 16 December 2008. Picture. Science. 14 April 2009. http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.science.psu.edu/alert/images/FoxNeutronArtwork.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.science.psu.edu/alert/Fox8-2007.htm&usg=__HDJ7B8WD7NajJ0a9Gn7zWyXO1Kc=&h=1111&w=1280&sz=1346&hl=en&start=13&sig2=FdrmGvOKvIkgwVPqBcVW3w&tbnid=xHpsy2BjmFNRgM:&tbnh=130&tbnw=150&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dstar%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den%26safe%3Dactive&ei=7-vkSeDzH5u8swOrsO3-Cg

"Everyone is Irish..."

Clambering over stool-chairs.
Hands numb.
Crimson gold hairs.
He,he,he and Hay-o.
Thoughts brewing slow.
Sing a Song. Sing-along. Seven deadly Sins.
Tinted green, for spring scenes.
Sick on the floor.
Broken, wet bleeding doors.