Something truly beautiful, dipped in platinum
Something that makes the bad feelings go away
Poking and prodding until the night shines
Every eve we throw tiny moons into the sky

We carve out glowing craters that stay forever fresh
Laying down a stream of conciousness in radiant retches
Cursed to eterally pick apart and rearrange
Abstraction's the composer and the stars are the stage

Poking and prodding until the night shines
Every eve we throw tiny moons into the sky

Drinking deep from a bottomless pit of molecular diamonds
Spraying every wall of the world with bright, aesthetic mirrors and
Giving sentience to spires made of astral stimuli
Heaving buckets of sparkling innovations into the sky

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