Stars are superficial
At least they're not like charms
with their outstretched arms at individuals
swarm full of whiles at maximus or minimal
Given permission but sparse within each interval
Smiles as they signal alarms
They commit to their parts and such goes on and on
How they sing you a song
A keepsake of your awe
They wave you move on
Center of universe
Center of I
Projecting and imprinting
So deliberate my!
Getting ridden did or didn't mean that literal
Eyes like the assholes they are with what's trivial
Maker of most and rarely are they miracles
yet to somebody you're mystical

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Eyes how they cut how they undress
How they swallow all the tones of my sunset
At a concave at a convex
how they object how they confess

so deliberate my...

Had enough of these arms
If they don't uplift hearts
or they don't lift up bars
They're always folded
Tied up or being consoled with
Medically energetically holstered for control
Wild are the lengths spent apart
the present place that we are and this moment's perception
like you're given direction
And there is no pure form of an expression
Before long you have a muse and a story
fluctuating designating categories
elation gets auditory
when you ignore me
Nothing is short of sorcery
Of course, we are in a quandary
sure that I'm smelling of laundry
Sure that you're dwelling and fondly
Stretching beyond me
Simple is what it should all be