Bustling gods, leaving a sliver for a smile
an explosion as a jest, and the sky as the revealer of their net of lies
and miracles.
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Consider the concept of yin and yang.
In a philosophy of everything,
picture beauty and horror & call it existence.
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Shivers
may curse your back on empty nights
and the sounds of the new mundane suit you.
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It won't last long, and you'll survive this.
But the window is open, the TV is left on in the living room
the rubbish bins and recycling are to be put out.
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Thrown, down the chute
cradling paper and golden lights:
it's pitch black, it's diamonds.
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The moon though, rests
so dark, so slim, so orange.
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City of sevens, of lucky shapes and goodnights.
Peaks and melting sand, cold, beautiful, summer night.
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