Planets in depression

Soft hum of the day strolled over heavens feast 
its flesh corrupted medicated jungle shivers 
echoed in every joint 
as the lumbering robotic stainless soul sat on the edge of the earthly hole
silent shouting star’s peered 
Across vast mountain shoulders 
answers they had none
as flashing cords of silver light played a rock harmony on tiny hollow bones 
horned exploding steel stallions
highways reeling to the dreadful tunes 

Examining himself the faulted thought wondered if light would search his remains for saints and gifts
how we polish the gilded surface. 

yet we all spin spin
and spin