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Here we find a creative Over abundance Lilting Lazily About the mind. Bedroom clusters And dining pair sleepers Creep the staircase Klonk, giggle, klonk klonk. Youth is given a bad rap while Old are assumed to dislike good rap music. Begone such ster- Eotypes and Foolish divisions Of Respectable soci- Ety. It’s not what you think. Come dance in the seashells And cut your toes Like the cool kids Leave your shoes. You know you want to,  Obviously. Arguably the Stars Shine brighter when you bleed. Overrated parties and  Unrelated injuries Taste great together !

They say moonlight reveals. In this midnight moments before the moon is full I agree, but reveals what? I'm walking home late with two satchels on my back, it's just my one day's worth of equipment, but I feel like a nomad setting out across the desert. I am not a nomad. I am settling here, but children are not meant to settle. I am a child, you can tell because I still dance. I stop carrying my burdens the straps hold them still fast to me and let my arms free to swing and catch the moonlight like a mirror in my palm. I see sorrow, for I have already met the one who carries the other half of the world. I am not with him(her) so I w

:. Be! Spark me into a towering joy-rage! Fan my festival sockets into spotlights! Jump on the embers gleaming sorrow. Feed my humble coals black sky-cream. Test my light-strength Nightmare Bandit! .:

the daughter of nebuli adrift along my side, and there presently we each. her tempo sits with mine. so neatly harmony feels like gas. uncloudy, liquid starting fuel a slow reaction, cool warm glow light only from nearness not combustion, ignight a distant flare, inches away and full reflection amplifies. the hum, the temperature.

My dear, I have a theory that our love is something more than just a Biological need, some body Chemistry will to breed just can't describe the mechanics of the quanta that we bleed I'll try with Physics to hypothesize as, by you, for the first time and every time, I sit mesmerized as gleeful Protons soar out of your eyes keeping pace with moonlit Photons as they drip, spinning, through the scope of my heart to land, soft and heavy in my soul, electric mass a charge is building, ecStatic signals passed over hand, electron chains that reach beyond the confines of my body, all aquiver in this Nebulous unknown my Nucleus turned

you, know that you've been hiding in those sloping walls that smell of sulfur if they burn but they won't, no matter how you strike the sides no match will light, no air inside to catch but find that place to noc and you'll be free. when you break out of that shell you've dyed with venom I'll be waiting to beat and scrunch and stick you back inside but you won't fit, not ever again inside those shards not without breaking your bones so break mine! and claw and climb your way out to where you belong leave me broken, forget I exist, move along. I am the wind beneath your feet, I am the ground you flop along until you remember you ha

Laying there, one thought in the door and half immersed in dreamland For the first time he was small, succinct, a mere speck of a moment, a bubble traversing the swirl of an eddy in the lifestream delta. He was here, and for once he wasn't thinking about his job, or their future, or the burdens with which he'd been born. He was composed. taking it all in: With his right eye he saw earth, in restful glory, muted. his left eye saw glowing sky, refracting a morning yet to come. Two halves of a ball caster spinning out of control, from the belly of his upturned sofa which had failed the night before two halves, and the horizon lay along

There's a little girl, who lives next door, twisting molecular strands like ribbons into her hair. Around the kitchen are scattered bits of DNA, each one crafted, from the twist ties off cheap bread, into a perfect model of her makeup. The same double helix that she got from her father now litters the floor where she sleeps. A boy in the neighborhood three weeks away flies a kite with a tail made of tassles, tattered fragments of his mother's favorite pillow. He makes her proud to stand in the park and hold up the kitestrings, laughing, to launch it, again and again as her little boy runs away and comes back, breathless, again. You see, the