Corona X

I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX

 

Shining, like nebulae through a viewport,

Like star-stuff. Kneel in the grass, my son. Hear

Them call, sages of an alien court.

There are things, daughter, that all people fear.

None of us wants to die alone, so drink

And be married. Aluminum and gold

For your wedding bed, and fuck what they think;

Let the universe see you naked, bold.

You little miracle, smile. Presuppose

Your right to exist. Again and again,

Look for yourself in the noise. The gods chose

You, child. Be divine. Exist not in vain.

Life is the star that shines brightly, quickly.

(Beauty viewed through a glass darkly, sickly.)

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