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twistedscript — 3 O'Clock Moonstomp
Published: 2011-03-28 21:08:10 +0000 UTC; Views: 130; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 1
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Description I told you I wished
I had written the sky
While we laid in the road
On the deadest of nights,
With our eyes on the moon
And our backs on the ground
And our tongues betraying us
Without a sound.

I told you i wished
I could rewrite the sky,
And you rolled over
And looked me in the eyes,
And you laughed in a voice
More sarcastic than true
Then looked at the sky and asked,
"Why don't you?"

I told you I wished
I had written the sky,
That the moon and the clouds and the stars
All were mine.
Then I reached out my hand
Towards the dark sticky black
And as my soul stretched
I started to laugh.

I reached into the night
And took hold of the moon,
and just for a moment,
I banished the gloom.
And I pulled it down
And I held in my hand
The world's greatest mystery
Ever pondered by man.

I clenched my teeth
And I shook my fists,
And I crumbled to dust
The earth's greatest myth,
Breaking apart
The quintessence muse,
Had I written the sky,
I'd have given it to you

Somehow, I knew that
This was not a dream,
So I scattered the pieces
All across the sea,
Then I took out a pen
And I wrote a new moon,
And the three A.M breeze,
And the purple clouds, too.
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