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May 2017
Violet window
studying silently
Heaven's moonlight.

Direct hit
sing the glass
drop a sunset
into warm eyes.

Remember the shore
where you and I
are no more.

Gather deep green star dust,
watch her cherry chapstick lips
drown you.

Listen to an inner Colossal Gust
impact every grain of sand.

Watch your whole life gleam
in a violet window burning through the ragged sweater of what you've
been through.

Learn to control the tenacious spectrum of light coursing along your entire body.

Feel the violet moonlight paint
your resurrection.

Seek the eternal mystery of yourself.
Everything I write lately feels like garbage. Maybe I need a break until a real masterpiece emerges.
Styles 12
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