Well I don't know about you

But to me

The stars always look dangerous,

Too many sharp edges

Keen as a maniac's knife,

Bizarre crossword constellations

Transplanted into view,

Astrological D.N.A.

Hiding the ceiling.

Submitted: April 17, 2018

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