The
night I stop believing in love
Dead,
just god damn dead
Lick
me with the cigarette ash
Flitter
me in the carcinogenic
Blow
me into a glass bauble
Bottled
ship sailing nowhere
Set
fire to the mast and watch a tiny world incinerate
The
hull, the cannonballs, the sailcloth for nothing
Peering
out and hard ocean
Little
idea of how confined this claustrophobic purview
Could
ever imprint like a coating prison
Oh
how this universe could operate
From
within the prisons one creates
Walling
out and walling in
The
night I stop believing in love
Smash
the bottle and begin
To
form a mirror of these busted shards
The
boat in cinders, flag to dust
Scatter
the particles and spell the crux
Love
is never wrong
The
aching flux extrapolation of how long it takes
A
heart to mend compared to how long it was held within
The
hope of kinship in the smashing
Of
one body against another
Out
in these waves
Like
divine pulsing organic suns
Bleeding
genius in time machines
To
be all that ever was
For
the beat, all in the beat
To
believe beyond prisons
That
this universe is more than nothing
Bursting
eternal in what we truly are
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