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Starry Night
Time passed slower and slower. You could barely blink, your beating like hummingbird wings, fighting against the cruel humidity. The humidity that drove us to this point. We became near primal in our search for coolness, it was a matter of survival. Receding into the corners of our dark cave rooms, the air conditioner our deity, fans manipulating our voices to insect buzz and childrens pitch. It was some sick parade of the sun, it was something we would have been angered by if our emotions hadn't been stolen from us. Kicked from inport by that weight. That weight. It made everything worse, it made me worse. But, no, then it was an excuse for emotions that I already possessed. It made us empathize with candles, it made us regret waiting until it was too late. Heat made us all static, it made us all apathetic. It was like someone in the sky was holding a giant mirror to reflect our worst qualities. I never had faith in us. Never had faith in anything. No faith, no. Snort my substance, maybe you'll all just leave. Capitalize my letters and maybe you'll believe. Believe in me. Say you believe in my shadow, stand on me and sketch my silhouette. Treat me then, if you cannot respect me, like a child. Get out the fingerpaints and read me "Go Dog Go". cut my food Real small, momma. Beauty can be found everywhere. This beauty cradling that ugly child. Laughing when it bites off the pearl of nipple offered it. He's smiling when as him luminescence slowly begins it's descent into filthy greyscale. Plastic smile slowing to uncharacteristic grimace..... transition, transformation. Grimace slides away as expression drains completely. The supposed "TABULA RASA", the golden tapering down to cement. Don't be fooled by beauty, thespian in times like this. Heart slowing. slowing, slowing. Down. Crashing to the floor, protecting the beating heart of the swaddled. Even when him conscioussness had swirled into painted glass sky, rising rapid like ballons cut loose. Beauty became babe in arms. Became child. Became woman. Ugliness survives, beauty is martyred, the world all pavement and metal. Conundrum. Beauty lives, in ugliness, bred from beauty and saved by beauty, ugliness cannot be completely opposite from that which it was kindled. Look for the ugliness, you will see it. Look for the beauty........you might not see it with your eyes, but it Is there. I am ready to be pale moonlight. It becomes me. My namesake a moon. I can hear my name on the lips of the celestial. I can feel the breeze kissing my shoulder blades. The world above me my lover, it does devilish things to me. It drives me. It drives me insane. "Even the sun refuses to shine sometimes". 
Time passed slower and slower. You could barely blink, your beating like hummingbird wings, fighting against the cruel humidity. The humidity that drove us to this point. We became near primal in our search for coolness, it was a matter of survival. Receding into the corners of our dark cave rooms, the air conditioner our deity, fans manipulating our voices to insect buzz and childrens pitch. It was some sick parade of the sun, it was something we would have been angered by if our emotions hadn't been stolen from us. Kicked from inport by that weight. That weight. It made everything worse, it made me worse. But, no, then it was an excuse for emotions that I already possessed. It made us empathize with candles, it made us regret waiting until it was too late. Heat made us all static, it made us all apathetic. It was like someone in the sky was holding a giant mirror to reflect our worst qualities. I never had faith in us. Never had faith in anything. No faith, no. Snort my substance, maybe you'll all just leave. Capitalize my letters and maybe you'll believe. Believe in me. Say you believe in my shadow, stand on me and sketch my silhouette. Treat me then, if you cannot respect me, like a child. Get out the fingerpaints and read me "Go Dog Go". cut my food Real small, momma. Beauty can be found everywhere. This beauty cradling that ugly child. Laughing when it bites off the pearl of nipple offered it. He's smiling when as him luminescence slowly begins it's descent into filthy greyscale. Plastic smile slowing to uncharacteristic grimace..... transition, transformation. Grimace slides away as expression drains completely. The supposed "TABULA RASA", the golden tapering down to cement. Don't be fooled by beauty, thespian in times like this. Heart slowing. slowing, slowing. Down. Crashing to the floor, protecting the beating heart of the swaddled. Even when him conscioussness had swirled into painted glass sky, rising rapid like ballons cut loose. Beauty became babe in arms. Became child. Became woman. Ugliness survives, beauty is martyred, the world all pavement and metal. Conundrum. Beauty lives, in ugliness, bred from beauty and saved by beauty, ugliness cannot be completely opposite from that which it was kindled. Look for the ugliness, you will see it. Look for the beauty........you might not see it with your eyes, but it Is there. I am ready to be pale moonlight. It becomes me. My namesake a moon. I can hear my name on the lips of the celestial. I can feel the breeze kissing my shoulder blades. The world above me my lover, it does devilish things to me. It drives me. It drives me insane. "Even the sun refuses to shine sometimes". 
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