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Antimatter

Don’t arch my face, you make my scowls stick up when you
Run in your underwear
Down to the lake
A map so fine the stars silver
Moon the outhouse cut-out (like fine lace–but who put it there)
This is a place that you should know but
Thank you for not undressing yet
Thank you
Let me talk

The dirty old town was barren and without soul
And you were barren and without soul
And the night was hot
You ran through the wild deluge
You ran to the lake edge
The lake of fire had its stars stuck on
The night in reverse, and they were very black

You shook your fist

And though your feet were not yet formed
Were clay

You said
This is not a place where we should meet, because
nothing ever comes here
Nothing ever dies

And nothing ever came there
Nothing ever died

That was the birth of a planet