As twilight beckons, her life rests in God's muscular arms
Luna rises and graces us with her crepuscular charm
Love's fleeting. It leaves us in such a volatile stasis
Goliath smiles, dancing with Dave on a nominal basis
She loves him...
...though he doesn't believe in matrimony or conjugal graces
she tends to spin through space/time in these proximal places
He's obnoxious, a sadist. Leaves improbable traces
and she's one of these last, lonely, unsolvable cases
as God looks at infinity through a monocled face shift
fury throbs though her heart's impossibly patient
Fallin' from Clint Eastwood's roof to a constable's basement
The murmur of all her life simmering...volubly sacred
as novelty morphs what once was impossibly ancient
she turns cold and contemplates the chronicles of Satan
but revolves back to warmth. She's methodically patient.
Though in this world he's a phantom, her spirit beckons this life
...cuz even Mother Earth stares into the heavens at night
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