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[evangelion_100]

There is hope yet
because inspiration is dead
so bury your heart deep
and sweep
this sweet feeling
underneath the topsoil
because I can't help
but get lost in the alleyways
of this town
(pain hibernates for now
in the hollow innards
of a sleeping tree)

bitter blessings
and bashful dreams
break beautifully
(just believe
and run rapidly
through the streets
to the empty fields
outside this transparent city
filled with malignancy)
Another race,
to heartbreak
so if you want to stay
I will smile
and stay silent
staring at the stars
reticent and content

I float
with thoughts
on the ocean
in no rush to be found
capriciously dreaming
of conversation
and isolation
found in bullet-proof smiles
(desolation
will decay
if I ask)

But don't worry
I won't break my back,
the sky shelters me
(I'll see ya soon)