Starbang


Star bang orgasmic cling shhhh..
static sting.
My face pressed against,
the cool glass screen.
Aware of darkness and true motive
shifting thru the shadows of
their souls'.

And so we fought passionately
to learn the ways of the ancients',
of the tribes
once thought lost, and of ourselves.
Estranged to all we once held as truth,
and so wandered..
Nomadic, destitute and desperate
Thru streets of cold stone and sorrow..

Months pass fleetingly,
like a dream
slightly out of grasp..
These times awaiting patiently
for prophesy to come
to pass...

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