Lunesta
against all practicality
as if art itself is blooming
beyond any welcome or reason
as if symphonies are orchestrated
in melodies undeserving to the human ear
or the mysteries of our expanding lives
revealed themselves in foreign tongues
for just a single, condensed moment,
before skittering back into the trees
in a twilight laugh of branches
as if time were not only tangible
but an ally, as the fireflies sweat
to skywrite letters in the night
and spell our names out
as even we may not decipher them.
as if art itself is blooming
beyond any welcome or reason
as if symphonies are orchestrated
in melodies undeserving to the human ear
or the mysteries of our expanding lives
revealed themselves in foreign tongues
for just a single, condensed moment,
before skittering back into the trees
in a twilight laugh of branches
as if time were not only tangible
but an ally, as the fireflies sweat
to skywrite letters in the night
and spell our names out
as even we may not decipher them.
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