No Poetry Like Magic
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No, no poetry like what you don't even believe in.
Not the leaves, not the trees, not your soul or any "thing."
I haven't lost much,
I don't live on a broken crutch.
I don't stare up at the sky in wonder anymore.
I don't climb mountains like I used to.
I don't care so much how things constellate.
I don't mind being two beasts in one.
The Leo / Scorpio / Scorpio / Leo "just talks."
When he's already Killed So Many Men.

I don't mind,
For the sake of reverence,
Being called a saint,
But I've Killed So Many Men.

I'd rather stare
At the moon
Its closer waves
Apostrophate
And closer waves
I get to see
Nearing me
At least one place
I could be happy.

I'd rather look at the moon
I'd rather be staring up at the moon
I'd rather be staring at the moon
All the magic has kept me there.