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Caged Mischief

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The peaceful stars erupted
with the gentlest KABOOM!
on that cold summer night
in that high-end saloon.

I was slouching up straight,
my floating feet on the ground
to keep me from crashing
into nobody around.

The supersonic whisper
rent the solid sky in half.
The blinding darkness swallowing
heavy hope in my behalf.

My hideous eyes were beautified
as blindly I watched dull sparkles
fall fast on uprising currents
of crystal clear charcoal.

Don’t open your ears,
you can already see.
Today is the night
caged mischief runs free.





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