Straddled by astronomy.
The taste of food becomes sour,
While losing sense of power.
A fixed point in an interval,
When everything befits abominable.
No need to sleep the nights away.
Thoughts begin to disarray.
And there … there it is you’re alone
Staring outward as you were a clone
Dreamlike state is yours to bare
Shattering inward at your despair.