pink dandelions sparkle growth inside a plastic globe
and detonate thoughts that cannot be tamed
the stench of smoke chokes my soul
happier days behind the circle
gushing and spewing their fiery reminders
that every day away from the mirror is a sentence you can finish
like, "gods have sketched a face for you"
and tremors of underbrush treat you to thorns
beware the flame that tickles your feet
hold not a vigil but a last stand against all you ever loved
do feelings have feelings?
march towards your best guess
hold that crucifix high if you believe that a belief is worth holding
frigid shadows pass you by
either side they wax and lie
back onto a ride you didn't know started
timid clouds of starbright rain
clash above your window pane
when you squint your eyes they've parted
float along a silent path
into the ear of god's own wrath
baking earths and stars alike
death and life are but a dream
when in this interstellar stream
whisper sweetly to the night
your lucky stars are slightly shy
kick the door in to the sky
vacuumed doom for those afraid to fly
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