The moon pays me in dreams, it’s like nothing is gained, but the experience is great, yet my life is continuously drained, the price of this poetry is so great, shadows and ghosts, virgins and vampire bites, reflections of the truth, tarot cards, possibility, and honey in a jar, dreaming of Yuri, a poet doomed to yearn, hope and magick in the air, grasping at the moonlight, delusions and enticing ideas, the sun and the moon, and a third guy guarding the door, stimulation, an offering, and an allowance, love and taboo, expansion of the mind, knowledge and red string, brothers and sisters, humanity, daring to love, equality under the stars, I live in a jar, and all I know is nothing, just like Socrates, we’re just bats in a cave, communicating ideas, nothing is really achieved, separated by a barrier, unable to touch anything, me and the stars, and the realm of possibility, all my friends have been raptured, I let go of the world, and now I have nothing, just limitations, and more questions…

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