Tuesday, December 2, 2014

In the Arms of Andromeda



The Oracle has spoken, but I really don't care
This dependence on dreams leaves me walking on air 
Like smoke crawling through a majestic last right
Dancing down dubious days of delight

This specter is far beyond longing for glory
In the shadow of hope lurks an illuminating story
That brings to light more than one mind can repress
Sufficiently suffocating social success 

We can stitch up our cuts and let time become scars
So to spell out our secrets in these cryptic night stars
That keep us in touch with Andromeda's plight
Swearing solace to Cetus, sent to swallow souls' sight

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