Burn
16/04/08 21:00
And how
is this? We drift in air that’s bioluminescent
Like fireflies in plankton skies that glow under soft moon’s crescent,
They wake to light the silent sands—the waves break incandescent.
What place is this? Here in the stars, like galaxies and crashing cars;
Collide and crash, we burst aflame—we light the night, then dark again.
We burn aloud, fill void with sound; fill space with joy and life and pain.
Distill the tears of heaven’s joy to turn the curse that fills the world
It poisons that which damns the earth and brings to life a baby girl.
Like fireflies in plankton skies that glow under soft moon’s crescent,
They wake to light the silent sands—the waves break incandescent.
What place is this? Here in the stars, like galaxies and crashing cars;
Collide and crash, we burst aflame—we light the night, then dark again.
We burn aloud, fill void with sound; fill space with joy and life and pain.
Distill the tears of heaven’s joy to turn the curse that fills the world
It poisons that which damns the earth and brings to life a baby girl.
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