There was an idea
a motive a feeling
that could have walked the surface of the sun
untouched
but the words got in the way
and things went much differently
and mirrors can only show
you
reflected light and hindsight
and words float unseen in the air
and cut with their little knives
and ideas and feelings
take
bad
turns
it could have been something
more than an out of reach dream
more than a walking nightmare
but
words
words
words
the trouble is Antares
seems much more inviting now
that Love burns on the Sun
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