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The Night in Presence of The Sun

This is the night in presence of the sun
the one that can devour darkness and spit out its remains
dead galactic bones which once breathed fire
where a human danced in orbit like a miniature star
swaying in ambulation through the empty space
created by the need for movement
and the need of others to move in unison
to continue the dance
to recover the dead from the dying
and the living from the disappeared
explode my little sun and shed your fear
let the beast in to untame you
and show you how to live and forget
and stagger through the big empty
in the last embrace
of an eternal cycle

and a being

being

born