eternal neon

threads, stitched onto the outercrust
of self to gravitate an anchor to the
soul.
a window that we paint
the face without a book and every book
without a face that metal clink of cold
words that make your mouth cold to read
out loud.
Think
eternal neon thoughts
like citylights and spaceships

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