A violent sun crash-lands on the
horizon
and falls out of view
but not before it has bled
all over
the sky,
staining it red
like a heart on fire
Every song is burning tonight.
The sun's brilliant wipeout
leaves everything behind it
dark and dull
I want to reach up to the
few timid emerging stars
and take hold of them
like a wet towel
and wring the colors out like water
twist them and strangle them and choke them
until their vivid hues drip across the darkness
connecting in electrical lines of green
white yellow purple
red and blue
like veins
like nerves
raw and powerful
overwhelming until there is no chance
of a reclaiming darkness.
I want to make the stars burn so brightly
and light up the night sky so brilliantly
that the sun will try to overcompensate
in the morning
embarrassed by its flaming fall.
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