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Moon landing
Convoluted veins tripping on the vines Bullets dripping creating massive tides Concentrated hues spill out of the walls Pouring colors mixed turning to water falls Ceiling fans reaching from heaven to hell Winds of tide, seas rough from the currents spell Shifting floor boards spewing Wood chips Black holes for windows, the night consumes as the sun dips The moon dissolves against the glare of the stars. Each rung In this steady climb sticks to skin until it scars ...or atleast I think it does, sorry Sweat dripping tunnel vision tunneling catacombs Engulfing walls along with the screws paint and all Bed springs afloat a sea of confusion On the look out for white whales and illusions Psyched seagulls sing between the ceiling fans Deep waters drying from the bed sheets Is the plan As the galaxy blossomed so do the colors burst A bean stock rising ever so high towards the universe Shooting for the moon but I only caught a couple stars A pit stop on my way to mars... The longest midnight breaks for the sun as I squint Deserts of pillows swallow my parched eyelids As I reach for the stars with a moon lit back drop Reality takes grasp...It’s going to be a long night |
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