Stars.

There are names for those lips
And shapes for that kiss
Constructions of that bliss
A form for that fist.

The light of day
Shines on the white picket fence
And we, the fish
We swim in it
And revel in what's been made of us

Jupiter never seemed so nice
The stars are synths
The rhythm is the beat
Mars never looked so hungry
The sun never so angry.

Parasites have been exterminated
And she has been lifted up
Her voice is the only light
The only tether for the self-righteous god
She's the reach of the arm
The feather to the corset.

Features are cut into stone
That stone resemble the features
The stone erodes
Features fall away
If the features deteriorate, does anyone hear?

And for what, as he looked up at the white sky,
Is this tear falling for?
When there are clouds of tears gathering around a single planet
What properties of specialty do mine hold?
In being human, I am a miracle.
In being human, I am in no way a miracle.

Vibrations of callous fingers
Against grains of horse hair
Make the soul lift.
Reassures.
And the green sky winks
While you float downwards.

Gray forest, I call on you
Sell to me inventions
And tell me why I should care.

Life dominates nature
Natural is everything that happens
Says man.

The road stretches from here to there
Over there is a land of red
Of green
Of silver
Of purple
A land with a galaxy
And two tables
With faces of love
And examples of beauty
And a grim reaper.

I love her.

So it shines, so it shines
And the tear trickles down his face
And he reflects on everything he's ever hated
His legs sprout trees
His mind sprouts humanity
And he decreases
He decreases from self-righteousness
And deals with the real pain of having a mind of humanity and a base of everything else.
He's torn apart.
His body is split in half.
His arms are strewn across the floor in chopped up pieces.
His upper half is eaten by raccoons.
His lower half floats in space.

Tension splits you apart.
Your existence should not be split into polar opposites.
Philosophy should not be forced upon you,
Because philosophy is a burden.
And accepting everything that goes against what you believe should not be encouraged.
When you have to pick between two truths, you're not going to live.
So to the stars I say, feed me.