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Eclipsical

She sleeps with the planets.
I know because I’ve seen it.
I sleep next to science, wishing it were her.
We were once a product of conservative America.
She slept around, then left this town and went looking for her Sun.
She flirts with the moons, and lets them think they have her.
My cheeks a rosy red, I try to make her laugh but,
When she was young, she saw a film,
Then packed her bags and marked a date.
The time has come, two thousand one, she’s on her own space odyssey
I’m no cosmonaut, so I tie an anchor to a woman.
Watch her chew through bone to set herself free.
She’s not equipped for black holes,
and I just want her in my arms.
I’m not equipped for long-term.
She’s been here, I smell her, she’s like the wind before the rain.
Naked, she’d tell me only stars know what she’s really thinking
She was in the arms of Jupiter.
I’ll give back his moons in trade for her.
All beat and scarred he swears the stars have taken her from me.
I tie an anchor to a woman.
Watch her chew through bone to set herself free.
She’s not equipped for black holes.
I just want her in my arms.
I’m not quite equipped for long term, and I just want…
I found my old sketches of flying packs, brown paper wings, and fire.
She slipped out the back door and left me, so I learned to fly.
Years fly by, in search of you,
My skin dries up my sight goes, too.
The space fucklers say I should leave it alone.
The milky way traveler, well, he’s seen it all.
He left Earth long ago to find a love of his own,
The lonely star juggler could never go home.
Um no, 'cause men ought…
And I don’t know anymore.
There’s little mean bugs in my veins.
Can I stick to you, my love?
'Cause I’ll stick to anyone.
I’m in love with everyone.
Bugs humming space hymns in my ears.
I wake up stuck to someone.
I wake up in other years…
Does anyone believe in time?
And do you feel the years slip by?
'Cause I do.
Does anyone believe in age?
And do you see my skin drip off?
'Cause I do.
Does anyone believe in love?
'Cause I’ve been face to face with her, and I don’t.
Does anyone believe in God?
And do you feel the flames of Hell?
'Cause I do.
Or maybe I don’t at all.
It’s just really fucking hot in here…
So I sit, in the streams of time and wait.
And I try, to convince myself that I am not to blame.
And she swims with, and sleeps in every moon jelly she sees.
Such is life,
Such is me.
I’m asleep all the God damn time.
And I can’t believe any of this is real.
It’s ineffable.
This is all in my head.
(Thanks to over indulgence)
My mind is now melting and moving and stretching and teething.