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tonight is the night, my love

 
 
 
the hour is here where we shred the veil  
and rip the grey shroud of reality till the edge  

tonight is the night we birth us, oneness; and will it  
into existence, like an angry mob hurling stones  
at the first fire  
 
tonight, we welcome the madrigal that seeps  
through the tear, the fear: like rivulets of tar  
mixed with sacrificial blood and mud from  
a fecund land no-one knows of  
 
other than the praying child in a forgotten story  
 
tonight, we eat the raw heart of oblivion,  
stake our claim on reality, and drink from  
the hungry pit of time that howls with ripples of  
melancholy older than dreams, or the symbols  
that make them  
 
tonight we rob mankind of peace  
by announcing ourselves, despite  
everything, including us  
 
like a swirling supernova  
at the edge of phenomenon: eating  
existence, drinking light, even  
in its absence  
 
tonight is the night  
we mirth us, and will  
existence to abandon itself,
leaving a husk behind, like
a bird nest in winter
after a forest fire  
 
tonight is the night, m’love  
 
we hold hands  
set fire to ether  
and ruin every  
possible ending
 
to every story  
ever written  
by man and  
God alike  
 
so that  
nothing  
can come  
between  
us.
Written by misterrerun
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