Roll right to zero, give your tanks a stir
Fixed star to fixed star, running counter clockwise to stability
Beckoned and bewildered: first move, second chance
This incandescent satellite, so large and bright in the window
Like pieces of refracted light, infinite bulbs turning on
Empyrean, enveloped in moonshine, rendering them fit to recognize God
And should destiny be lunar luminosity and agile reason (or a seller of love)
I'll take to orbit and go for burn, peering through a mental kaleidoscope
To see the altered anima of my thoughts free from the pull of gravity
Dec 31, 2020
Dec 31, 2020 at 2:15 PM UTC
Roll right to zero, give your tanks a stir
Fixed star to fixed star, running counter clockwise to stability
Beckoned and bewildered: first move, second chance
This incandescent satellite, so large and bright in the window
Like pieces of refracted light, infinite bulbs turning on
Empyrean, enveloped in moonshine, rendering them fit to recognize God
And should destiny be lunar luminosity and agile reason (or a seller of love)
I'll take to orbit and go for burn, peering through a mental kaleidoscope
To see the altered anima of my thoughts free from the pull of gravity
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