Loki Listens

Okay, wow. forgive me if this is terrible. I just found it in some old files. Apparently I wrote it in February 2001. Let me know what you think.

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Gently slipping liberation
Sweeps over me as I
stare at the stars
Someone touches my hand
But she’s lost to me now
I’m drifting into the stars
The moon is gone,
new and beautiful
somewhere else.
Supernova explosion in the sky
That’s me up there
Becoming stars
dreaming is a disease.
Forthright and falling
She’s lost to me
This darkness consumes me
and I’m even lost
to myself.
To die with the moon
And be reborn in its fullness
life is a wave
ebb and flow
I’m made out of stars
And soon I shall form them
frightened by death
eternal in Light.
Her arm wraps around me
Keeps me from floating
into the sky.

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Loki.

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