let’s walk upon the edge –
the edge of eyes and ears;
and tread soft the shadows
cast by others in our way;
let’s dance upon hurled hate,
waltz wildly around cannon-shot words
falling exhausted on each expectation
to stare up at every bright pinprick,
every little jealous, dripping lamp 
we hurled as stars to the night skies;
lets turn the pointed poison we swim in
to soul-soothing, heated hot springs
where we might laughlaughlaugh…
laugh ’til sun’s great and steamy rising

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