the square goes here, the moon right there
the star is prickly, it won't share
error and trial, miles and care
the music you might have made

where will you go all hot and spicy
salient stares, all corners, icy
you'd have grown in this space nicely
if only you had tried

the door is open, move on through
looking forward, looking blue
shoulders trembling, trembling true
regret is out of style