'Maybe I will stay tonight?' she said.
-I plucked 10,000 mums, 10,000 roses and 10,000 dandelion puffs, for a joy such simple words created. I strung them together blossom to stem, alternating the three type's 30,000 times, in the end the resembled a chandelier of flowers.-
'Oh, please stay!' Was how the chandelier sounded to her, such things are easy to hear, but so hard to see.
I had to work,the harbinger had sung,the door of chance flew shut and I knew it.
'I'm sorry I got everyones hope's up.' she said.'Everyone?' I said. 'I'm only one person.''You're everyone in this room,' she said 'Everyone that matters.'
-I took a wooden match and struck it a handmade cabinet. I used the flame to ignite the chandelier. Dreams like that can only last so long. In a blaze that could be seen from her vantage point on the moon, 10,000 mums, 10,000 roses and 10,000 dandelion puffs, burned to ashes.-
'Don't worry about it I said, be logical,' I said 'I'm fine.'
-I hate fiercely that I can't change tides with my thought's, I thought. Don't go to the moon yet, stay near the fire pit one more night. I stared at the dying ember's of the chandelier and tried to look tough, it's not hard to look tough when you stare at fire.-
We danced to see-saw rhythms:coalesce,amalgamate,mating chimeras,earth and fire,coal and forge.
'I'm euphoric,' she said 'I feel completely satisfied.'
-I don't, I thought. You opened a door that beheld bright, bright light and didn't let me walk through it. I am selfish when it comes to light like that!-
'Good.' I said. 'I'm glad.' And I was. For it seems regardless of my wants and needs, her being satisfied makes me glad. I only wish that my temper didn't make me to burn that chandelier of flowers. I wish she could have seen it.
Monday, March 22, 2010
(Untitled #1)
Apparently there were primal priorities in all of us,
before we were even an 'us' or a 'we'.
There were changes being made,
and charges being let free,
Crosshatched lines on steel emboldened the lot of us.
I learned patience.
Then I forgot almost everything I learned,
almost instantly.
I was perplexed by the thought of an endless desert,
in which only I could see the future.
Only the rest of everyone follows me through the desert,
not knowing the end is not in the future.
A sharpened steel knife cut through a drought in the heart,
it eliminated most every bit of:
gnosticism, atheism, monotheism, polytheism.
Impotence, omnipotents, irrelevance and present tense.
before we were even an 'us' or a 'we'.
There were changes being made,
and charges being let free,
Crosshatched lines on steel emboldened the lot of us.
I learned patience.
Then I forgot almost everything I learned,
almost instantly.
I was perplexed by the thought of an endless desert,
in which only I could see the future.
Only the rest of everyone follows me through the desert,
not knowing the end is not in the future.
A sharpened steel knife cut through a drought in the heart,
it eliminated most every bit of:
gnosticism, atheism, monotheism, polytheism.
Impotence, omnipotents, irrelevance and present tense.
Two Women of My Mind's Eye
I burden myself with the logic
of what is right and what isn't wrong.
Somewhere in my little mind up there they collide.
The space is small but the highways are vast.
Somewhere in my head there is a concubine that
tells me she is there for me and I believe her.
Elsewhere in a different part of what is myself
in my heart/dick there is a visionary,
she is beautiful but cruel.
Her temptations are fresh,
her dream is almost perfect,
her ideas will change the world,
but she is cruel,
to me
she is cruel.
of what is right and what isn't wrong.
Somewhere in my little mind up there they collide.
The space is small but the highways are vast.
Somewhere in my head there is a concubine that
tells me she is there for me and I believe her.
Elsewhere in a different part of what is myself
in my heart/dick there is a visionary,
she is beautiful but cruel.
Her temptations are fresh,
her dream is almost perfect,
her ideas will change the world,
but she is cruel,
to me
she is cruel.
Two Planes Escalator
Iron sided staircases were standing, the steps ascending,
two a breast from each other.
There weren't any markings, or signs of direction,
but the flow of the entities was obvious
up and down.
Those that cannot see it
see nothing.
Those that can feel it
feel it and nothing at once.
This is a conduit regardless,
there is a beast within regardless.
A horned and winged changeling,
a tentacled cyclops in manacles of ivory.
A mother and her child ascend,
a businessman conversing with a clergy man descend.
All four of them feel a terrible chill.
The two djinn espouse an aura of mange and fickle nightmare.
Beings trapped and confined in a modern day lamp,
a staircase of iron and Araman's magic.
Thus ends this story. Mother and child were fine,
shopped, grew old and died.
Businessman less so,
possessed, defiled, dead.
Clergyman,
oh have no pity for the clergyman,
He is fine
I am sure.
two a breast from each other.
There weren't any markings, or signs of direction,
but the flow of the entities was obvious
up and down.
Those that cannot see it
see nothing.
Those that can feel it
feel it and nothing at once.
This is a conduit regardless,
there is a beast within regardless.
A horned and winged changeling,
a tentacled cyclops in manacles of ivory.
A mother and her child ascend,
a businessman conversing with a clergy man descend.
All four of them feel a terrible chill.
The two djinn espouse an aura of mange and fickle nightmare.
Beings trapped and confined in a modern day lamp,
a staircase of iron and Araman's magic.
Thus ends this story. Mother and child were fine,
shopped, grew old and died.
Businessman less so,
possessed, defiled, dead.
Clergyman,
oh have no pity for the clergyman,
He is fine
I am sure.
Bear/Rocket/Lily-pad (Girl)
I'm a little shocked she says.
Why?
Well it's only our second time...
and...
I came a little.
Good.
It was like a small compact one,
but very intense she says.
Very good I think.
It was 'aight I say.
If I have the honor and the privilege
to have sex with you
again
things could get a
little...
crazy
she says.
Fucking rocket ship!
I think.
Ignition blast off!
Very cool I say.
Later that night
when the shuttle fuel has burned
empty,
I am alone.
Sitting next to his used spacesuit.
Dancing bear-cosmonaut-soliloquizes.
Could she have been
faking it he asks?
Was it real?
It was real for me.
Coming is easy,
the going is hard.
Growl/roar/scream/howl
grunt/ hoot/hiss/squawk!
5,4,3,2,1.
Blastoff.
And he walks toward a short hibernation.
I am a bear, he thinks. Who cares?
Smiling he goes to sleep on his lily-pad.
Head rested on gentle claws.
Why?
Well it's only our second time...
and...
I came a little.
Good.
It was like a small compact one,
but very intense she says.
Very good I think.
It was 'aight I say.
If I have the honor and the privilege
to have sex with you
again
things could get a
little...
crazy
she says.
Fucking rocket ship!
I think.
Ignition blast off!
Very cool I say.
Later that night
when the shuttle fuel has burned
empty,
I am alone.
Sitting next to his used spacesuit.
Dancing bear-cosmonaut-soliloquizes.
Could she have been
faking it he asks?
Was it real?
It was real for me.
Coming is easy,
the going is hard.
Growl/roar/scream/howl
grunt/ hoot/hiss/squawk!
5,4,3,2,1.
Blastoff.
And he walks toward a short hibernation.
I am a bear, he thinks. Who cares?
Smiling he goes to sleep on his lily-pad.
Head rested on gentle claws.
I am a Pegasus-You are a Unicorn
I am a Pegasus
You are a Unicorn
I am a giant bear covered in fire fairies
You are a slender pixie guarded by knights of stone and steam
I plan to build castles
You plan to remodel the already built
I crush what needs crushing and you crush right there with me
I can eat jar after jar of your after thoughts
You jar me time and time again with your laughter
You are a wrinkled and well worn flannel shirt
I say the pentacle of cloth is enough, but you always wear my flannel shirts
You are a slender branch of ice and electricity, it hurts but numbs just before
I am a tumble weed, growing for the sake of growing with no real goals
But I am beside You and the glimpse of happiness that coalesces with You and I
I am a Pegasus
You are a Unicorn
You are a Unicorn
I am a giant bear covered in fire fairies
You are a slender pixie guarded by knights of stone and steam
I plan to build castles
You plan to remodel the already built
I crush what needs crushing and you crush right there with me
I can eat jar after jar of your after thoughts
You jar me time and time again with your laughter
You are a wrinkled and well worn flannel shirt
I say the pentacle of cloth is enough, but you always wear my flannel shirts
You are a slender branch of ice and electricity, it hurts but numbs just before
I am a tumble weed, growing for the sake of growing with no real goals
But I am beside You and the glimpse of happiness that coalesces with You and I
I am a Pegasus
You are a Unicorn
Couplets
Golden wrappers line the floor,
I lock the door, recline some more.
The big hand reaches six o'clock,
I gently knock upon the lock.
Elements of earth and fire,
I do admire the angel's lyre.
Golden arrows pierce the tarp,
My blade's are sharp, I steal the harp.
The last wish of a dying djinn,
Clad in green I take the queen.
I lock the door, recline some more.
The big hand reaches six o'clock,
I gently knock upon the lock.
Elements of earth and fire,
I do admire the angel's lyre.
Golden arrows pierce the tarp,
My blade's are sharp, I steal the harp.
The last wish of a dying djinn,
Clad in green I take the queen.
Wild Boy Inside My Skin
I went to Guadalajara. The bus ride was four
hours long. At one point we went over a bridge
that was like one thousand feet high and only
had a railing like the one we have on that tiny
bridge on highway twelve. I almost shit my pants.
I witnessed cars float by on Venice style canals
that had moments before been functional streets.
The bus driver kept making this weird noise like
a lazer gun, I wanted to send his ass to space.
I drank a half a bottle of tequila. I went to a
reggae bar and missed my friends. I danced in a
conga line and then drank the other half of the
bottle of tequila. I played video games by myself
in a mexican style Chuckie Cheese's. I ate a lot
of food! I smoked a bammer joint and then took
pictures of myself in a bath tub thats color
matched my shirt. I solved one of those little slide
the tiles around puzzle's at an open air market so damn
fast that they thought I was a genius, or at least
autistic.I saw a little girl get layed the fuck out by
a giant globe,and then she laughed, tough cookie. I watched teen aged boys
double-dutch jump rope, and I laughed. I witnessed about five
hundred people riding bikes and gliding along in fruit boots.
I still don't know what the occasion was. I saw a restaurant
called Chong Wah and it made me laugh again. I played Rummy
in a Cantina for five hours and kicked some ass (well, not really,
I'm still losing, but I am losing with style). I went to a concert
that I some how was on the list for, I am a lucky guy like that. They
were called Explosions in the Sky, and I guess in the right crowd they
are incredibly famous. They sounded as if a tarantula of love was flown
in on the wings of the angel of death and stopped on the way to ask
directions from Beethoven and Bach's ghosts who were fighting over
a bar tab, then flew on to the house of my future ex-wife and asked
her what she was waiting for. They made we want to cry, but I couldn't.
I liked them a lot. I got back on a bus and was home by five in the morning
last night. Now I am in my teacher clothes, and if I hadn't of written this
nobody would ever know there is a wild boy living underneath this skin of
mine.
But there is.
hours long. At one point we went over a bridge
that was like one thousand feet high and only
had a railing like the one we have on that tiny
bridge on highway twelve. I almost shit my pants.
I witnessed cars float by on Venice style canals
that had moments before been functional streets.
The bus driver kept making this weird noise like
a lazer gun, I wanted to send his ass to space.
I drank a half a bottle of tequila. I went to a
reggae bar and missed my friends. I danced in a
conga line and then drank the other half of the
bottle of tequila. I played video games by myself
in a mexican style Chuckie Cheese's. I ate a lot
of food! I smoked a bammer joint and then took
pictures of myself in a bath tub thats color
matched my shirt. I solved one of those little slide
the tiles around puzzle's at an open air market so damn
fast that they thought I was a genius, or at least
autistic.I saw a little girl get layed the fuck out by
a giant globe,and then she laughed, tough cookie. I watched teen aged boys
double-dutch jump rope, and I laughed. I witnessed about five
hundred people riding bikes and gliding along in fruit boots.
I still don't know what the occasion was. I saw a restaurant
called Chong Wah and it made me laugh again. I played Rummy
in a Cantina for five hours and kicked some ass (well, not really,
I'm still losing, but I am losing with style). I went to a concert
that I some how was on the list for, I am a lucky guy like that. They
were called Explosions in the Sky, and I guess in the right crowd they
are incredibly famous. They sounded as if a tarantula of love was flown
in on the wings of the angel of death and stopped on the way to ask
directions from Beethoven and Bach's ghosts who were fighting over
a bar tab, then flew on to the house of my future ex-wife and asked
her what she was waiting for. They made we want to cry, but I couldn't.
I liked them a lot. I got back on a bus and was home by five in the morning
last night. Now I am in my teacher clothes, and if I hadn't of written this
nobody would ever know there is a wild boy living underneath this skin of
mine.
But there is.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Ballad of How to be A Good Friend (It take's one to be one)
Grip fast to the dreams of those around you.
Fill them with your own fire and steam and let their sails billow and
jets thrust the group that is you to a new, perhaps better, locale.
Agree almost instantly with nonsensical truths that get breathed from
the mouth of a loved one. Say to them 'I understand...or want to',
before you take the words and adjust them.
Find a place that is private to different minds but open and
vibrant to your own, dwell there. Invite your friends so that
you do not become lonely.
Sometimes a shout or a vengeful barrel of fists will come
knocking down, with a fire, at your door. You must accept
this as the truth of a thousand white lies, or the dreary
obligation of one who has EVER chosen to love.
When a bullet or a knife or a tremor of passion
finds you fit to be the bearer of its burden.
Do not be one who doesn't argue.
Argue with a fervor, for this is YOUR life!
Stand tall as is possible amongst those who admire you.
Admire them for their trust, in you.
Vantage points, shelter, high standing trees,
fulfilled engagements, truths, laughs and
voyages unknown are what they see in you, are what you are to them.
To every person there is a set of great virtues, that in those around them are lacking, perhaps nonexistent.
To allure and inspire each other is our destiny
as a species prone to being beautiful.
To fight and to fuck in a crimson tide pool,
is our animal,
to whom I am grateful.
But is it perhaps just our day to day?
For that I am hopeful.
Fill them with your own fire and steam and let their sails billow and
jets thrust the group that is you to a new, perhaps better, locale.
Agree almost instantly with nonsensical truths that get breathed from
the mouth of a loved one. Say to them 'I understand...or want to',
before you take the words and adjust them.
Find a place that is private to different minds but open and
vibrant to your own, dwell there. Invite your friends so that
you do not become lonely.
Sometimes a shout or a vengeful barrel of fists will come
knocking down, with a fire, at your door. You must accept
this as the truth of a thousand white lies, or the dreary
obligation of one who has EVER chosen to love.
When a bullet or a knife or a tremor of passion
finds you fit to be the bearer of its burden.
Do not be one who doesn't argue.
Argue with a fervor, for this is YOUR life!
Stand tall as is possible amongst those who admire you.
Admire them for their trust, in you.
Vantage points, shelter, high standing trees,
fulfilled engagements, truths, laughs and
voyages unknown are what they see in you, are what you are to them.
To every person there is a set of great virtues, that in those around them are lacking, perhaps nonexistent.
To allure and inspire each other is our destiny
as a species prone to being beautiful.
To fight and to fuck in a crimson tide pool,
is our animal,
to whom I am grateful.
But is it perhaps just our day to day?
For that I am hopeful.
The Metronome
It was a metronome to start, this thing we have uncovered.
A little box, of ticks and tocks, and bass lines undiscovered.
I tapped my feet and whistled soft,
you turned your form and tip-toed off.
The beat engulfed you and then me,
and mixed us up chaotically.
This song I've heard before you said, but I've never heard this verse.
Long before this score's encore, you've had the universe.
The piece approached it's first crescendo,
the heat burned up the innuendo.
You shook my form with mirthful wiggles,
I shook the bed with blissful giggles.
From underneath the linen sheets, you pulled an electric amp.
Painted red in bed it bled, out wishes like a genie's lamp.
I took your hand while the music was going,
you whispered the truth where the river was flowing.
The song reached it's bridge so we forded the stream,
how long does the concert run for in this dream?
It was a metronome to start, this thing between you and me.
But musicians sit in the orchestra pit who swear it a symphony.
It was a metronome to start, a beat the heart discovers.
Tick's and tock's of a small little box, where inside live the lovers.
A little box, of ticks and tocks, and bass lines undiscovered.
I tapped my feet and whistled soft,
you turned your form and tip-toed off.
The beat engulfed you and then me,
and mixed us up chaotically.
This song I've heard before you said, but I've never heard this verse.
Long before this score's encore, you've had the universe.
The piece approached it's first crescendo,
the heat burned up the innuendo.
You shook my form with mirthful wiggles,
I shook the bed with blissful giggles.
From underneath the linen sheets, you pulled an electric amp.
Painted red in bed it bled, out wishes like a genie's lamp.
I took your hand while the music was going,
you whispered the truth where the river was flowing.
The song reached it's bridge so we forded the stream,
how long does the concert run for in this dream?
It was a metronome to start, this thing between you and me.
But musicians sit in the orchestra pit who swear it a symphony.
It was a metronome to start, a beat the heart discovers.
Tick's and tock's of a small little box, where inside live the lovers.
Real Erato
Originally there was a bit of a difference between all of us.
A few things here-a few things there.
Soon after that things began to change and now I find it hard to see a single similarity.
I was a monkey in a past life, to be born again as a rat/half man half horse.
Reincarnation is the only time I will ever be born again.
I started small then smoothed the sides into a chestahedron and set the stellations free.
I passed by Erato on a leisure flight and can verify fully it's authenticity.
It is real, no more built than us. (how much?)
It was easy to see that it was yet another case of us being us to a point where we lost sight of the truth.
Out there, in our own little force field the eye of the storm is colorless.
The color is on the inside of us.
We can share it when we please, which I try to do but often times it is just too vibrant to let it go.
A few things here-a few things there.
Soon after that things began to change and now I find it hard to see a single similarity.
I was a monkey in a past life, to be born again as a rat/half man half horse.
Reincarnation is the only time I will ever be born again.
I started small then smoothed the sides into a chestahedron and set the stellations free.
I passed by Erato on a leisure flight and can verify fully it's authenticity.
It is real, no more built than us. (how much?)
It was easy to see that it was yet another case of us being us to a point where we lost sight of the truth.
Out there, in our own little force field the eye of the storm is colorless.
The color is on the inside of us.
We can share it when we please, which I try to do but often times it is just too vibrant to let it go.
Dirt Roads
Earthy times we're living in.
I'm always wondering about dirt roads, and promises.
Girlish guy's and manly women.
The age's are changing.
I am changing with them but I fear it may not be fast enough. I am a grower, not a shower. I have wondered about wandering.
Dirt roads there are plenty of dirt roads. There are plenty of rats
born under my same sign who don't care enough to travel willingly with me, to me, into what will become me.
It is a last ditch effort
every time I say
I love you.
I am hoping that once it's known, I won't die alone.
I am always wondering about clouds,
of rain and acid.
It never comes, I stop looking up, and lose the fear.
The rain never ever burns my eyes.
It is a cleanser
I'm in need of being cleansed, often times we all are, all throughout our lives in a myriad of forms, of changeling's and horns, and wings.
In a cloud of dripping wonder I live in a steamboat of thunder, and travel down dirt roads of my own creation always in contemplation.
I wonder. I am wondering. I am
a man. a man? a man!
Man, is in the need of knowing,
so is always wondering.
Who speaks this language? Please can't we just have a one single and sweet conversation? Find me.
I sit and I wonder about the futility and the fertility.
I am a man of change.
I have wings which I hide and horns I fear to bear.
But I am here with you, in a love of this place. This earthy place we live. All, must and lust and dust. All for the brain to gather.
I wonder why I am like this, why I am always like this, and that, and I am there, but, not here, but, there. I can't be still. I can escape.
I have no desire to escape.
I am a captive of my own captivation.
I am happy to be here,
and
squabble/fuck/rant/laugh/grow.
Fuck dying.
That shit it is the pits. I want to understand that last. I want to understand that mess long after I meet the adder and/or understand this pile of dirt
and the roads of there and here.
Please allow me a bit of time to cry and to love.
Please let me tell my stories to the dead babies
after I tell them to my own.
I guess its a a simple wish, but it is fatalistic to think/believe I could ever ask for such a dumb luck.
I am
much smarter than that.
I have seen too many dead end dirt roads. (Luckily, I find them very, very pretty.)
I'm always wondering about dirt roads, and promises.
Girlish guy's and manly women.
The age's are changing.
I am changing with them but I fear it may not be fast enough. I am a grower, not a shower. I have wondered about wandering.
Dirt roads there are plenty of dirt roads. There are plenty of rats
born under my same sign who don't care enough to travel willingly with me, to me, into what will become me.
It is a last ditch effort
every time I say
I love you.
I am hoping that once it's known, I won't die alone.
I am always wondering about clouds,
of rain and acid.
It never comes, I stop looking up, and lose the fear.
The rain never ever burns my eyes.
It is a cleanser
I'm in need of being cleansed, often times we all are, all throughout our lives in a myriad of forms, of changeling's and horns, and wings.
In a cloud of dripping wonder I live in a steamboat of thunder, and travel down dirt roads of my own creation always in contemplation.
I wonder. I am wondering. I am
a man. a man? a man!
Man, is in the need of knowing,
so is always wondering.
Who speaks this language? Please can't we just have a one single and sweet conversation? Find me.
I sit and I wonder about the futility and the fertility.
I am a man of change.
I have wings which I hide and horns I fear to bear.
But I am here with you, in a love of this place. This earthy place we live. All, must and lust and dust. All for the brain to gather.
I wonder why I am like this, why I am always like this, and that, and I am there, but, not here, but, there. I can't be still. I can escape.
I have no desire to escape.
I am a captive of my own captivation.
I am happy to be here,
and
squabble/fuck/rant/laugh/grow.
Fuck dying.
That shit it is the pits. I want to understand that last. I want to understand that mess long after I meet the adder and/or understand this pile of dirt
and the roads of there and here.
Please allow me a bit of time to cry and to love.
Please let me tell my stories to the dead babies
after I tell them to my own.
I guess its a a simple wish, but it is fatalistic to think/believe I could ever ask for such a dumb luck.
I am
much smarter than that.
I have seen too many dead end dirt roads. (Luckily, I find them very, very pretty.)
Waiting
Waking up late, and walking around my house in circles.
Smoke something then walk some more circles.
When time is in my hands
I have a bit more than I know what to do with
I find myself thinking of you.
Of course I work later today, who doesn't work today?
I am looking so forward to tomorrow night.
I like the day, the prospects of the next
But I look most forward to the night, tomorrow night.
Sit at my desk, write some shitty poems with no rhythms
No rhymes are needed at this point, only thoughts
And if I am not the luckiest son of a bitch ever
To be waiting to hear from you,
I'm waiting to hear from you only because it's fun,
While knowing I get to see you tomorrow night.
If I am not the luckiest son of a bitch ever,
Than I am not a damn thing.
Smoke something then walk some more circles.
When time is in my hands
I have a bit more than I know what to do with
I find myself thinking of you.
Of course I work later today, who doesn't work today?
I am looking so forward to tomorrow night.
I like the day, the prospects of the next
But I look most forward to the night, tomorrow night.
Sit at my desk, write some shitty poems with no rhythms
No rhymes are needed at this point, only thoughts
And if I am not the luckiest son of a bitch ever
To be waiting to hear from you,
I'm waiting to hear from you only because it's fun,
While knowing I get to see you tomorrow night.
If I am not the luckiest son of a bitch ever,
Than I am not a damn thing.
The Girl Who Didn't Know It Yet
She called me from the top of Mt. Everest,'I'm here at the top, but the Moon doesn't look any bigger.
I could here the tears in here voice.
I called back,
'I am a rocket ship, did you forget? You need not climb a mountain to find the Moon.
She shouted at me from across the battlefield,
'It's done, we are victorious. But now I am too tired to rejoice.'
There was blood up to our ankles.
I shouted back,'We are heroes, did you forget? We don't rejoice in victory, we learn and carry on.'
She signaled me from the bright side of the Moon.
-The view is stunning-, the signal read,-But the Earth looks weak and small.
I used a giant mirror like she had.
I signaled back,
-I am here and I am huge and strong. The view from the moon is great, but you are greater still!-
I sung to her from the surface of the Sun,
'Do you see? This is it! The future cannot get any brighter.'
I could see her eyes, her eyes could see.
She sung back,
'That light is from the future of the Sun. I had no way of knowing it would be so beautiful.'
I could here the tears in here voice.
I called back,
'I am a rocket ship, did you forget? You need not climb a mountain to find the Moon.
She shouted at me from across the battlefield,
'It's done, we are victorious. But now I am too tired to rejoice.'
There was blood up to our ankles.
I shouted back,'We are heroes, did you forget? We don't rejoice in victory, we learn and carry on.'
She signaled me from the bright side of the Moon.
-The view is stunning-, the signal read,-But the Earth looks weak and small.
I used a giant mirror like she had.
I signaled back,
-I am here and I am huge and strong. The view from the moon is great, but you are greater still!-
I sung to her from the surface of the Sun,
'Do you see? This is it! The future cannot get any brighter.'
I could see her eyes, her eyes could see.
She sung back,
'That light is from the future of the Sun. I had no way of knowing it would be so beautiful.'
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