René Magritte; Le poison.
All those souls in ivory towers
Down their nose they look – at whom?
Let them judge and fear and cower
Gazing from within their tombs.
When night descends, welcomes us back
and hides us from the planet’s eyes
When our movements none can track
and we are left with empty skies
There’s naught I’d rather do that night
Than sit and stay a million hours
Feel the glow and feel the power
Among the stars and in your light.