Itchy fingers Cold inside Brittle are my fists, cold and dry Misty view through this old window Looking out to a clearer view of the ground Tiny mountain Sewage river Still gets fog wine til early spring Stars above it Shinning brightly One star lets off, an angled tail Looking inward TV's eerie chord Show of someone planning A Misty view through foggy eyewear Sense of yearning fills my head About the star ship It's very close As much as anything could be