The moon is a silver tapestry
on the black basalt wall of the sky.
The stars dangle like the silver crystals
of a cosmic chandelier.
I am swimming through the fresh night air.
Breath is no accident.
It is the decree of every living thing
and the wind.
Shadows stir in moonlight.
Leaves stir and calmly whisper
tales of an ancient rain.
Locked in a struggle, the eyes
with the darkness.
Pain gives way to no silence.
No stairway back to our preconception.
Give me an order and I will follow it.
I taste vengeance on the tongue.
You want to die? Keep living.
You can listen to the birds in the morning
and discover fate with the rising sun.
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