There are points of redefinition,
and times to cling to the very fiber
that holds your soul together;
the bear fiber of who we are.
Know thyself.
Don't rip your heart.
I am a fucking riot
a phoenix that jack knifes mid-flight.
We all know where good intentions lead,
but sometimes the moments travelled
make the whole story worth it.
I want to fly away through the haze
one day upon the griffin with the midnight wings.
I slide into cobalt,
swan dive deep through the crimson velvet
and sew an evening gown of halos and clover.
I then slip into a tuxedo
and go dancing all night with the moonlight skyline
as ivory doves sing satin songs.
It's those serenades that made it worth the while.
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