a rain of sparks falling from the sky,
seemingly from nowhere,
a plethora of colors, like a child's 64
bleeding from a soggy box -
each alighting upon the frozen heads of
the dreamers,
jarring from their reverie
the taste of a
first kiss and the choke of
the first great loss -
the mixed defeat and elation of the day
when you discovered that your
parents were as fallible as you... more, even -
thousands and thousands of
sparks, showering
the hapless imaginations
of the herd with the
images of the Wind and
Moon's
copulation - washing each mundancy
away with benevolent thrashings -
extorting
convictions anew from every
shackled thought -
thousands and thousands of sparks showering
the dreamers -
calling us home to the breast
of our hunger -
calling us home to where the stories
breathe.
Birth sign: Cancer
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