Lights-out on a roller coaster,
with stuffed bears; pretty things.
Two doe eyes are misinterpreting,
intuition isn't worth the depending.
Seems intergalactic stimulation,
are what those legs now care to burden.
The weather calls for striking you down,
but the game is only yours to lose.
Angle that screaming; fatal hammer,
if it's sides you want to chasten.
When it hits on "heart no larger than a petal,"
let's just say I knew it all the time.
Illuminate your bloodshot eyes,
spinning round and round is fatal.
The nonsense is rising in your throat,
care to take another whirl?
Crescent hanging on puppet strings,
origami birds stuck in their flight.
Mark my words: The moon will crush you,
and the paper will cut you up inside.
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