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The Sun, Edvard Munch
what percentage of the sun is madness
~ of the all consuming
doesn't care less kind
are we even talking percentages
when a taint is enough ~
beauty/life giving
how cleansed you feel
when it's just enough
~ so much is true
all at once ~
it'll blind you!
you'll die of exposure!
I know enough to bathe in this madness
to let it change my skin
and my hair
my mood enhanced
as I step out
the dot dot dot dash dash dash dot dot dot
forgotten in an instant
...---...til we look to the ground
and there's something out of place
that's it. spoiled. the moment done for
the creep of impending thought...---...
sear to strip away
please
how much madness/is too much
is there such a thing as/too little
when the sun shines we forget it all
those rays make something more
of the spaces inbetween
SOS calling
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