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Winter bore the bones alone rendered choice unanimous

in the sulphur valley quicksand threatens to swallow the golden calf

who was bred for worship, another kind of slaughter.

Dog whistle sounding to the east usher your teenage impulse to supper

people make for poor ideas and that kind of thinking

won’t get you far around here so it’s better not to bother.

1. I am a part of everyone, and they are a part of me.

2. I am magnetic

Yellow, like the sun: Bright, warm, reinvorating.

Its presence urges us Out of our shells, To step into dayight.

Have you heard of Vitamin D deficiency?

Not a myth Used to extract us From our controlled environments.

The way I feel With you, Have I been deficient my whole life?

I think of Icarus, To rationalize my aversion Towards seeking escape from the prison, Where I find comfort Within the castle walls.

I have refused to express Any desire To step into power.

Icarus must be a myth; I cannot meet the same fate.

I am overcome With the ecstasy I felt in your presence.

It urges me to ascend Out of my prison, Into your rays.

I rise, HIgher and higer, With no regard For moderation.

Once your sunlight Touched my skin, I lost control.

I have to reach The divine source Of your aura.

Don’t let me melt.

You have already made me fall...