Stashed in the vanish
witnessing everything’s collision
with nothing
the faint sparkle of
crumbling dust
devoured
by the darkness
it’s her only nightmare
an end without a beginning
on the other side
a stop
to all of this commotion
and ruckus.
peace in the universe
jolts her out of bed
screaming and covered in sweat
she wants nothing to do
with any utopian dream
she wants war and art
drama and comedy
music and fashion
disruption of the void
architecture and killing
blood and feast
the metabolism of carbohydrates
by certain yeasts
a drunken sleep on the beach
she wants the hunt to continue
the search to go on
the meaning
to need rediscovering
and redefining
she wants light to not only shine
but to glimmer
and sparkle from
the precious jewelry
of human eyes
she wants highs and lows
eruptions and concussions
screaming matches
and discussions
poisonous rashes
and car crashes
she wants baby’s breath to bloom
in autumn
and the Yankees to always
be in the world series
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