Cut-String Kite

You are a cut string kite Thread clipped on a dusty night You're caught up in a dream From the mouth of the machine But the love you left yet still remains Hangs in the air like a sacred stray (?) You are a burned out sun Cold star on the run I might spread a disease Lit matched to a paper dream But the love you left yet still remains Hangs in the air like a sacred stray (?) Stuffed out the sun trying to kill the pain Hangs in the air like a sacred stray (?) -Seb