superhero poem
Magnetospheric Eternally Collapsing Object
Darkness allows me to do amazing things.
From my bed I can listen to the silence welling outside your room.
I can take the silence and fashion a small star out of it.
I can glue it to your ceiling while you sleep.
I can add color to the silence and use it as paint.
I can paint a small red flower on the back of my hand.
I can plunge my hands in the sink and watch the water turn red.
I can touch the back of my hand to the back of your neck.
It's like touching an electric fence that hasn't been left on.
Darkness allows me to do amazing things.
From my bed I can listen to the silence welling outside your room.
I can take the silence and fashion a small star out of it.
I can glue it to your ceiling while you sleep.
I can add color to the silence and use it as paint.
I can paint a small red flower on the back of my hand.
I can plunge my hands in the sink and watch the water turn red.
I can touch the back of my hand to the back of your neck.
It's like touching an electric fence that hasn't been left on.
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Darkness allows me to do amazing things.
From my bed I can listen to the silence welling outside your room.
I can take the silence and fashion a small star out of it.
I can glue it to your ceiling while you sleep.
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I can paint a small red flower on the back of my hand.
I can plunge my hands in the sink and watch the water turn red.
I can touch the back of my hand to the back of your neck.
It's like touching an electric fence that hasn't been left on.
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