I see you
On the wings
Moving slowly
Onto stage
Your warm eyes
Dance, throwing
Luxuriant moonbeams
To wrap
My restless supernova
- warm eyes.
Increased gravity
Resistance wanes
It becomes harder
To stay out, under
The spotlight
Alone
In the cold
Waiting
For the impossible
- dream.
When at rainbow's edge
Reality awaits
- with warm eyes.
still from holy mountain - alejandro jorodowsky
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