...But The Stars Have Nerves

Trembling white eyes, trembling white eyes wide The stars have nerves in the night sky The sclerae scald the lake, a thin ray of light White eyes, still burning bright I step across the shore toward the opening in the lake The water has a lipstick mouth, the ground begins to shake I'm guided by the light, the lilting loophole into space As I step across the shore toward the opening in the lake