This moonlight is like X-Ray,
Runs through the body in search of the opaque,
Exposing the werewolves,
Activating the venemous and the vampires.
Even the litmus paper turns pale.
But is it there?
No muscle feels virgin.
Innocence seems like a historical proposition
The harmless intentions run out of self empathy
Consummate cynicism
And doubts covering every aspiration.
It was fire that formed the basis
Meant to emblaze and leave a mark.
But how do you burn the world
When your own house behaves like wood
Under attack by termites,
And the oil combusts in the well.
It was never about settling down
Or reaping the fruits of repetition.
Like a wind unsyncd with season
Warmth of the fire within,
Blowing away the unseasoned cold,
Untethered, taming the everest,
Bigger than ever! Just dreams!
Sometimes the bird meant to fly
And own the world through wings
Is better off being a drilling rat
Hollowing the base of the dream above
Sinking it down to its own cave.
And even if this doesn't work
Accept that it was Never There!
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