You asked me What if We could drop a line in a sea of stars Capture diamond brilliance Devour space dust?

And I realised I wanted Star sea swirls skimming my skin Suns of strange solar systems stroking as I swim

Oh I’d be so careful to keep them on their paths Butterfly effects here would be so large

I would never steal the stars from the skies for you - how would humans dream If we stole netfuls of navigationals From their places of inspiration?

But that your mind was so wild to conceive to dream? That was the moment you caught me.

— Hook, line, sinker.