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 Oct 2016 Minnie
Corvus
There's a time, somewhere between 12am and 6am,
When all artistic, damaged or insomniatic souls
Feel like they're completely alone
Even though we're all awake and feeling the same thing.
12am is still too loud, still too car engines and shouting,
And 6am is too light, too exposing and awake, aware.
It's blackness but for the starlight puncturing holes in the sky,
That's when the magic arises and enchants us.
The way the moon looks at us and begs us to untrouble our weary hearts,
So we do it, and we do it willingly.
She is the most unfaithful lover, and it is beautiful.
How she cherishes each whispered secret so deeply
That it leaves a crater on her being.
How she takes on our pain unflinchingly,
And only needs 28 days to feel whole again.
There's a time, somewhere between 12am and 6am,
When the most trapped souls can feel such freedom.
Not entirely convinced that insomniatic is a word, but it should be.
Had Breakfast with destiny,
Ate lunch with faith,
Dinner with Longevity,
A night cap In space,
Connected the stars
eye constellate,
Defied Gravity
everyday I a wake,
On the highway to Heaven,
It's been one Hell of a ride,
As long as this rock shifts,
There's enough time to persist,
There’s never enough
Time for this
It doesn't even Exist!!!!
 Oct 2016 Minnie
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he is beautiful
oh, like the sun
dripping golden light,
& God what I would give
to have him make
the flowers in my mind
grow again
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