THE NOCTIVAGANT

Your thoughts wander free,
leaving your head to sag
over your shoulders,
creaking terribly at every move.
You’re the noctivagant
who flies into space
for food to keep you going
whilst some others feed on
whatever you bring them.
Each night when you head out,
in some place somewhere—
dead stars await.

© Gheeneil

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