Proud
Insanity(without
the madness)
The razor-sharp
light is laughing through
the cracks,
hard notes
rumbling in a marginal evolutionary state,
some things
get better if you let it be free.
You are
saved on a stuffy dark planet in need,
deep inside
a box of plastic parrots,
rising above
in mystic little steps
of
pleasure.
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