like a chorus of grackles, but more cheerful
and far less daunting than those pestilent
gruesome creatures that dwell in the backs
of our minds bearing the mark of yesterday
and the promise of doom on the horizon.
But for the time, our minds are elsewhere:
in the hands of each other and in the realm
of stars that we look to as we press down on
the cool earth and it stubbornly pushes back
up, reaching for the stars that are so far away
and so impossible for it to reach, but not for us.
Because out there in the parking lot
We are the stars that make up the sky
and shine so brilliantly with the silver light
illuminating our footsteps as they fall behind us
as we ascend into the heavens to yell out into the night
that we are the immortal souls who will linger long after
these nights and days together are spent and we no longer
exist here in this abandoned parking lot on the edge of this expanseof nothingness, loneliness, despair, and ultimately the humilation of
life trapped inside the confines of brick walls that don't press so
much as oppress the minds of those poor, ignorant children who think
they are learning when all the learning to be found on earth can be
found not in the walls but out on that lonely parking lot.
We yell into the night
because we know it listens.
We laugh into the night
because there, we know no cares.
We hold onto the night
because there, we belong together.
On the edge of the parking lot,
In the middle of the world.
because we know it listens.
We laugh into the night
because there, we know no cares.
We hold onto the night
because there, we belong together.
On the edge of the parking lot,
In the middle of the world.
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