The comet clashes with distant stars,
Creating a blast so illuminating,
The shadow cast became ours,
The city’s chatter began undulating.
A heaviness dived into my chest,
When reality stabbed me in the back,
A fantasy is a mere test,
Of the emotional control we clearly lack.
But for that moment I was numb,
Our liberating souls were flying free,
Even if reality hadn’t of won,
I was in the place I was dying to be.
Reality burns a permanent illusion,
Of the strings attached to our limbs,
Pulling us into a blissful infusion,
Of all our good and all our sins.
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