New Moon
I eat sunshine off of silver spoons, I walk with steps as light as butter and thunder’s song rages through me. Why should I settle for one or the other if I am the secret third thing that lives on in the heart’s beat? i was made to be loved in wild, in secret, in purity devoid of contracts or guarantees. I am that which willed the earth to dance and spurn mad wildflowers from my feet. From my breath I, I spin the axis which we rest upon, the silent spinning dance between the world and I. I am that which brings laughter in fireflies which fill the belly and sycamore trees look down upon me lovingly and give me a home and shade to rest in. My cottage is warm and hidden. my world is a secret garden, untarnished in its impulses, raging purely instinct, no creature here is trying to get better. It is in the end all about me. About my world. for I run this world and I am the totem electrical power grid. Yellow sparks crackle off of me and thick neon wires glow in the underbelly of my garden pulsating in rhythmic light as I breathe.God’s favourite god-level, I am the I am.
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