the full moon in Libra
was cooking up our livers
and kidneys for breakfast
with onions for eyes
sunburnt and sand-whipped
our souls were being
scoured blinded stained
by a world so much
more alive than this one
free of time and physical bodies
with access to hidden things
where we can fly individually
like Superman or angels
who dream themselves awake
and learn to love
our own true face
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