Now: a singular moment of torturous agony strung across
Galactic time in web of tiny sparkling phosphorus gems
Nostalgic present chasing love and climactic happiness
Through smoke confusing clarity as sharp as knife stroke
And the blood-wine droplets from severed inner eye
We will not regret this gasping ecstasy of youth and
All the mistakes left rotting under bleeding fingernails crying
After odd hands which run forever to the horizon and the shifting
Sands pushing ever forwards to grey decay and botox bills
Unreal delicate years filled with soft skin thick lips wild eyes
As we try to capture exquisitely painful lash-flickers of
Beauty in bell jars of infinity and excessive living
Each moment a bubble filled to burst in aching upward
Expanse until it is smashed, shattered-
We are no more.
Music- Third Eye Blind- I Want You
xxx
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