what better way to be

we need to
as we greet the sun
stabbing with
rusted daggers
into the soul
of creation
spewing great truth
in the faces
of all the liars
dancing nude
in moonbeams
as the cricket
symphony plays

there are
lightning bugs
in our chests
to call out
to kindred hearts
we need to
letting them

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