“The Dream of Ventius”
Perhaps everyone knows
their winter stars
and cautiously glance
from sky to snow
We play at the park
in the middle of the night
and observe the mustard noonrise
from the cold of our beds
our flowers are paper
our cup has a hole
our whole is quite empty
but we wait for the next
Ruled over and governed
a collective disconnect
rocked by a cloudless inked evening
eyes for dreams to wake
Here we are dancing
through a hall of winking candles
we see only mirrors
we see only strangers
Perhaps everyone knows
their winter stars
and cautiously glance
from sky to snow
We play at the park
in the middle of the night
and observe the mustard noonrise
from the cold of our beds
our flowers are paper
our cup has a hole
our whole is quite empty
but we wait for the next
Ruled over and governed
a collective disconnect
rocked by a cloudless inked evening
eyes for dreams to wake
Here we are dancing
through a hall of winking candles
we see only mirrors
we see only strangers
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