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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, mílove  

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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