enticed by midnight
and what is revealed by your palm.
If a laser shot through it a pyramid would be caught in flames.
What it would be like to pirouette around my country's flag
draped above a bonfire landscape.
In arcs of starlight I saw you walking the tracks
with moonbag placed over your head.
Cracking knuckles in the cornfields
I beckoned wistfully towards the statues left in ruins.
How did sweetness find those eggs?
And what did she ever make with them?
In strobe light and painted masks,
a balloon left to wonder.
I'll wave my hand in front of your face
and it will disappear.
Then we'll go out dancing.
"This is new! This is new!"
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