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Tuesday, March 23, 2004
Afterimage.
Mimmi's given me a lot of love. Let's give some back, shall we? (On a side note, I need to write a story, and I also need to analyze my own stories, etc, because that would kick ass.)
You are a sun,
star in the sky,
you radiate.
You are a sun,
and a sun undergoes chemical
reactions; radioactive actions.
you burn it all away.
One day
you'll meet a man,
he'll be an Earth,
with soil, atmosphere,
water and land.
You'll shine on him
as you can.
Ultraviolet, radiation light
you'll pierce his ozone,
his atmosphere.
You'll break through
him.
He will be a man who
is round in what he thinks,
keeps going over it all.
He'll be a man who is not
openminded and follows his laws:
He'll follow gravity's rule,
the one that says gravity always wins.
He'll go in certain motion,
the sphere spinning devotion,
the monochrome monotony ocean
of the way he thinks things have to be.
You'll be a sun,
and he'll be a plant,
on the Earth,
in unfertile soil.
Just a seed,
you'll feed
him your warmth
and he'll absorb it.
He'll take your carbon monoxide
then he'll make it oxygen.
You'll give your carbon monoxide
then you'll let him change it to
oxygen.
Photosynthesis, synthesis, synthesis,
the change in the green.
The seed growing,
leaves sprouting, blossoming flower,
rose red thorns.
Rose red
thorns.
Rose red.
He'll have.
Rose red.
He''l have.
Rose red thorns.
He'll have rose red thorns.
You'll let the thorns
pierce.
You'll let the thorns
pierce, pierce
you'll let the thorns pierce.
You'll be the nurse,
quiet and driving the hearse,
with the placenta in you.
He'll live in your womb
umbilical cord sucking through
feeding off you.
You'll be the nurse,
quiet and driving the hearse.
You'll be the nurse,
quiet and driving the hearse.
The hearse.
You'll be driving the hearse,
you'll steer him there,
and you'll make him grow
from your womb, in his cocoon.
On the outside he looks
like a grown man
but inside he's a child.
You'll make him grow
but it won't be so futile.
He'll be more of himself
all the while.
You'll be the quiet nurse,
driving the hearse.
The hearse to lay him down.
And when your star, in 6 billion years,
grows big and large and you engulf him
with your heat,
and he ceases to exist and you cease to exist,
you'll both grow to a white dwarf,
small and Pluto.
You'll be small
and Pluto.
Small and Pluto.
Small
small and pluto.
You'll grow to a white dwarf.
Coalescing in space,
the black devoid place.
You'll be coalescing in space,
the black
devoid
place.
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