Connection

Connection-
look at these empty streets.
Illumination,
poetics to a dark night sky.
I'm here,
and I've been here before.
She's crazy,
and so is that other lady.
She must slow down,
be savy, do it right.
Sky poets survive,
they have a joy to be alive.
Where is Paige,
she seems likely never to return.
Reflection,
on into itself a million times over.
Ressurection,
when the spring.
No more dogmatic superstittion.
Your stones are so beautiful,
and the colors, unwritable.
Is the Knight able,
to drink the kegs dry?

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