the moon was slung real low in a big lazy coupe de ville so close I could have smashed her
windows but I don’t carry no
stones in my pockets I’m merely packing bones I beat the sun into an early
submission it’s gonna be
dark for some time to come
the world has dissolved at my fingertips I know every colour of the night they were revealed to me one layer at a time it’s
not so confusing I saw it for a second it flickered in and out the symmetry of being has never been in doubt
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