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Cosmic Warpaint
Oh the moon,
who reflects more than that?
Its her light
that sends me into flight
but her shadows swallow me,
swallow me whole.
I study her groves
the way she mimicks my moves
the glow of her mysticism,
her pagan lyricism,
Oh what of her you reflect?
of her we must dissect
secrets of which she replies
Oh what we've found out,
no one has to know.
I hail to her cosmic breath
and fore coming stars
inhale, exhale death
though nobody has to find out,
She aligns in my mind
I'm her paper mache blackout.
who reflects more than that?
Its her light
that sends me into flight
but her shadows swallow me,
swallow me whole.
I study her groves
the way she mimicks my moves
the glow of her mysticism,
her pagan lyricism,
Oh what of her you reflect?
of her we must dissect
secrets of which she replies
Oh what we've found out,
no one has to know.
I hail to her cosmic breath
and fore coming stars
inhale, exhale death
though nobody has to find out,
She aligns in my mind
I'm her paper mache blackout.
Published 25th Sep 2012
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