I’m currently in class, listening to poetry. Here’s some of mine:

Were I so steadfast that I could lie in the snow and observe
Clearly into the twinkling, aphotic void,
Craning my interests upon up high – acolyte to the night;
All is silent and cowering at the edge of space tonight.
It is not my frozen bed that causes me to shiver,
To tremble at the tabula rasa that threatens to
Efface me should I dare to blink.
Imagine the supernova hidden in the Cimmerian abyss
Resting, sight beyond sight, the notion fails to persist
But instead seeks to run and hide, bemiring my mind:
Murk sullies sanity giving rise to a tenebrous vanity,
One so focused on nothing at all that I cannot help but shrivel
Straining to stare through the closest cluster of orbs
Only to admire the subtle static behind,
Losing myself in an eternal mosaic of stars too faint for the eye.

A lone queen is hung aloft the night sky
Resting with a million subjects in her domain,
Holding in her left hand a caged Quetzal whose plumage is now so dull,
But shimmers like a hope under the flecked cloth.
Cooing gently with the wind, it teases black leaves stitched to the pitch sky;
Simple shapes, no, merely sounds embellished by an effervescent glisten.
The moon simpers as she waxes and wanes,
Patiently waiting for the sun to make her day.
Reflections in craters engulf my white eyes as
Cavernous Irises fail to ignite and drown in darking inks,
Frost now weighs heavy on eyelashes, and I cannot see,
As filmy skin draws close for the night,
Skeleton me bow to sleep ‘midst the twilight.