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The Magic in the Stars Dying
The Magic in the Stars is Dying
Flickers of Colored Boxed Light at Dead-End Avenue
Legs Streched, Crossed
Steady Hum-Drum-Hum
Pictures Hanging Off the Wall
Explore In-Out-In-Out
Beautiful Countryless Flag Blowing in the Wind
Stars All Up-Above You Anyway
One Star
Births Us All Maniacs
Births Us All Paranoids
Births Us All Lovers
Births Us All Simple-Circuits
The Dim-Lit-Bright Ones Make Connect-the-Dot Pictures
All Us All Dying In
All Us All Dying Out
We Stare at Them But Answer Only In Questions
On Night Sky Play Pythagorean Theorem
On Piano
On Rain-Dust
On Kitchen Spoons
On Cloud-Morning-Coffeee Cups
On Night Sky Lay Backs Wet-Painted-Grass-Staines
Of Fourth of July Explosions that Tickle-Backs and Trickle Down to Earth
Of the Stars That are Wispered and Hush Buddah Dolls Sold in Stores for Printed Paper-Making-Money-Class
Good for Old
Bad for New
Something to Reach For
Something Miracle-Cure-is-ness
Something of Every Godt to Exizt
Something of Nothing
Do a Rain Dance
Kill Like the Sun
Pantomime All Winter
Using Only Thumb and Forefinger
Things of Wonder
Caught in Nets of Rational Brain
A Few Break Free
Begin to Ponder
Like We All Did Younger
Underneath Blankets and Covers
With Flashlights Lit Like Dampened Diamond Signals to the Sky
Like We All Died Older
Finished Caught in Painted This
An Endingless Kiss
They are All Our Eyes
We are Everyone
The Magic in ther Stars is Crying
Not Far From Us
How beautiful! I love this!
How beautiful! I love this!
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "