Dropping Shooting Stars
They leave you seared
A smolder of pure joy
The best of all
Gored and dethroned
We shall shed jubilant
Dragging us down again
Dead to the world
Love is no more
You have forgotten how
Waiting for the light to go out
Adrift somewhere in the night sky
We call this death
A bitter taste
Immortalized and burning
The dead planet still spins
It’s heart still set on pretending
A revolving wasteland
We call this home
It’s all we know
All we cherish
The little god on our altars
She speaks of another life
A museum of what has been
Dancing with the skeleton
He speaks the words
You want to hear
Utter and immediate
The terrain of meaning
A crowded ghostly recollection
Naked and standing
On the precipice of history
They steal the body
And prostitute the mind
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