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Her eyes as stars in twilight fair,
When first she graced upon my sight,
The dark sun buried in her hair.
Her love, a plant that never blooms,
Yet carries lilies in her tomb.
In her love a certain scent,
Seeps deeply into my blood.
And now I see with eyes serene,
A traveler between life and wreath,
To warm, to comfort; evergreen,
And yet, a spirit in thoughtful breath.
You go your way,
Iโll go your way too.
You feel the Dread deep down and become unsure,
If your Hands shake as the Exterior Monsters run,
That should be normal; only Fools feel nothing,
The Moment comes, the One-Armed Demon gives his Scream
Your Body instinctively moves, moves as it has done
One-Hundred Thousand Times before
It fails you. No, you failed it. No, I failed you failing you
There is only the bitter Taste of Air, so what can One cry as you kiss Earth again
Other than the Name of the Life-Benefactor?
mama
as I make speculations for you,
no satisfying conclusionsโ
merely another year splitting open,
and you stepping through the fracture
as though you were always meant to.
a happy new year, then, mate.
remain strange.
remainโฆ unmistakably alive!
confetti sticks where it shouldnโt,
and somehow you are still standing thereโ
boots on the edge of the year,
smiling like you already survived it once.
you remind me of old songs played too loud,
of a bassline humming through empty rooms,
of marceline energyโ
fangs tucked behind a grin,
soft when no oneโs watching,
sharp when it counts.
time resets, or so I am told.
the calendar insists upon novelty,
though it feels largely performative.
still, one carries things forward regardlessโ
the darker companion rendered tolerable,
the chaos made familiar,
the night received politely and shown inside.