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I

Want to squeeze the sun

Like an orange

Squeeze all the light

And color

Out of it

Until nothing is left

Expect complete darkness

Ergo

The moon would disappear also

I’ve heard people say

There’s a man up there

That smiles sometimes

But I haven’t even seen a happy face

On a single person here on Earth



I

Want to drain all the dye

High in the sky

That way the world becomes blind

And no one ever again has to see

The tragedy that strikes

Our hearts

And our homes



I

Want to erase all the animosity

And eliminate all the aftermath

And hit the reset button

And trade in handguns for hugs

And allow the moon to shine once again

Maybe I’ll see his smile one day



I

Want to turn into a tree

And lie forever on the ground

Becoming one with Earth

And let my roots bury themselves deep into the soil

And let the bugs and worms crawl all over my face

And make permanent homes in

My nose and my ears

And the spaces between my teeth

And my arms will be branches

And my trunk will separate

Night and Day

Black and White

Good and Evil

Tomorrow and Today

And the top leaf

Will blow so high in the sky

That it will tickle the moon

Until the man living there on it

Smiles back at me



I

Want to touch the sun

Like Icarus

Except I won’t die trying



(inspired by Beasts of No Nation)