I continue the poem after the first three lines
Sometimes as an antidote
To fear of death,
I eat the stars.
stars tell different stories not all nice but it keeps me awake all night to think to reminisce to dream Idly, I wonder if the other world is a better place and the stars testify they vaporize raising me aloft helping me float on skies see other worlds I decide to fly in the vastness and laugh at the insignificance of what I left behind.. There is no death just a new garb when I discard the old and a new life and a new life…