Found a fire on the lakefront,
Another moment missed,
Doused it for its embers,
Burned a hand or two just to hold them,
These temporary selfish treasures,
Skimmed them, steaming off the shore,
Reflecting off the water,
My own little galaxy,
A pocket of peace disturbed by me,
Prophet of light in the darkness,
King of the shooting stars,
The man who filled the void,
An orbital tyrant, with a variety of lavish belts,
Just a boy, head held down, at the bay,
Visions escaped with smoke fused winds,
Recording each second i sink,
To figure out what i'm made of,
Drowning, a stones throw from the water,
Made myself melancholy for the warmth of the fire,
Looked up to see what i was compensating for.
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