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Mesmerized, our star takes form,
Shaped by myriad serpent rainbow dreams,
Worlds of weary wisdom, near-lucky afterthoughts,
Revelatory breathing, and
Overt smiling optimism.

Codes like shreds of half-forgotten washing,
Hickups like hip-happy echoes,
Nights wasted in communal drownings
Of cynism; always too temporary,
Mornings not embraced yet hallowed.

Music invades like armies of sweetness,
Wolves lie down and cry no longer;
Not for moons covered in dark cloud dresses.
No loneliness survives
Such sheer lyrical melody.

Curtains of hope open wide and thoroughly eagerly,
Keen to envelop a world that might~
After all,
Things being said and done,
At the very end of the day~
Not be so entirely bad at all.