at our makeshift balcony
looking up the stars, wondering
when can we ever reach them?
when can we ever see them
in their full glory?
when can we ever be one with them
again?
because "we're all made of star stuff"
said the guy who's probably
one with them again.
In my ears several voices singing
despite the night's stillness
In my eyes several colors swimming
despite the night's darkness
On my skin cold breeze creeping
despite this being an early
summer night.
Funnily enough I am feeling
several things at once:
no single feeling surrendering
to the others,
no single sensation engulfing
my whole being.
Just teeny tiny pokes of this and that
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