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[cheaface]

 you look to the Star-Gods,
the first one in a violet sky,
faded into mushrooming foam,
turquoise gray and cotton candy pink,
as the night sips in
a liqueur  of velvet,
and creatures of light, 
we are, 
feel the cooling warmth
in our veins as we drink it in under
neath.

why not settle for the sky?
it's big enough, arms open wide,
and invite me in, sometimes, i think
to take me home.

evaporate into air
before a crescent moon
turns new.
the strands as thin as hair
the chords are always snapping
inside you.

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processing processing processing
racks
and wonder, what am i doing here?
process that.

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we are creatures of light,
our universe is only the stars, galaxies, planets,
light in darkness,
light with mass,
unlike the expansive space,
that is virtually absent of color.
black.
and color itself is pixels of light,
of things that aren't darkness,
in their balance.
our entire planet, is light,
pieced together in mass,
forming formations, facades,
shades of light and primary tinted pixel bodies,
even our bodies! the light of the lost,
our source.