It was All.*

Granada, 

And following its golden light

That leads me deep into the night

The stars are as many now, as days I haven’t counted

The adventure, is keeping track of itself

How can I keep my words to myself, if my lips

Are on my face, and part. If my legs pace the city

And I am evident, my intention, my dreams beneath my spine

Upon the stomach of my corpse unfolding

How is it that light is here, but the mind is dark with thoughts

Of loving itself, into a hungry state. Cornering all else,

That will falsify it’s existence, into extinction. 

Even my emotions play survival of the fittest. 

Where only I, will not rest under the illusion

The fact that I exist does not matter.

The fact is unbearable, and it’s better to die.

But not on a night like this.

The laughter cannot be erased from my body

The lips from my mouth

I will still exist! I will still exist! 

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