Watch the twinkle in the sky
drifting across the spiral of night.
Bats and loons don't know the way
but that stairwell of glitter-fade
will welcome all for 0% APR*.

*(𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝟹-𝟼 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝
𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎
𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢'𝚜
𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝; 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜
𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚢; 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚛.)

Ride up that Zeppelin tune!
Grab a brewski, hug some dudes.
𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛.
𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚛
𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚎.

Live the death that Momma wanted
buy the best dress; charge for debt.
This is the swan song of our lives.
Go out like Eliot spoke, be immortalized
with the slim thighs the celibates know.

For the stage has gathered
all the ladies, and gents,
and nothing else. (𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤.)
This is the the peak of US!
The creed we trust!
The dream of the cream
that rises to the top!

Climb those steps to black stripes!
The mourning glory has scored
enough ivory for a brilliant jump!
Which won't stop until all are won!
Be the coins in a vault already begun
and seize the chance to land among
the blinking things that make night fun!

We aimed for the moon and since
that's ours, we got bright wishes
for you too! By kiss and prayer,
spread back the layer, say hello
to our mind's savior, the ender
of nightmares, (𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎)
our constructed constellation,
the internet's cradle:
satellites to replace fables.

Should you ever achieve
the isolation of Bortel three,
that milky spiral won't nurse
t'is the arm that mothered Earth.

Lay back and hear underproduced fauna
cricket, night bird, wind, or lupine drama,
they all fail to compare to record sales.
Let the quiet stay far from mind's wail.
Our city is on and you have likes to earn.

Burn the image of what they stole.
Scar the stellar honest to your soul.
Feel cold dirt. Taste flora in the air.
Toil with honor. Avoid false stairs.