Radio Twilight

Bustling gods, leaving a sliver for a smile

an explosion as a jest, and the sky as the revealer of their net of lies

and miracles.

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Consider the concept of yin and yang. 

In a philosophy of everything,

picture beauty and horror & call it existence.

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Shivers

may curse your back on empty nights

 and the sounds of the new mundane suit you.

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 It won't last long, and you'll survive this. 

But the window is open, the TV is left on in the living room

the rubbish bins and recycling are to be put out.

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Thrown, down the chute

cradling paper and golden lights:

it's pitch black, it's diamonds.

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The moon though, rests

 so dark, so slim, so orange. 

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City of sevens, of lucky shapes and goodnights.

Peaks and melting sand, cold, beautiful, summer night.