in the midst of our teeming squalor
our inexcusable excesses
the moments when everyone says
shut the fuck up, not right now
remember, we are not
only fools and failures
we’re creatures of light
ancient distant stars
blessed us with their atoms
their being so we might shine
from within
that our atoms of light
might animate us
push us to love, be better,
become, not distant, instead
brilliant, become a galaxy
our cyclotron selves
radiating with each other
fluxing within our shared
fields of gravity
that react and express
each thought, each feeling
to exist between us
because we are stars
we are one
the Devil called
the Devil called
wants me in Hell
I said, that don’t suit me so well
BTW don’t get me started
last time we spoke
it smelled like you farted



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