The stars were out
The sky was pitch navy
An inexcusably audible voice
Came through me to
Make a wish when I realized
Plastic flowers never die
All backed up against the wall
Akimbo in the corner hot lights
Burning at the back of my neck
Sweat but not enough to quit
I made a wish to be like
Plastic flowers last night
I could be my own Brahma
Create myself in the form of an
Inflammable anima
Psyche made of steel
Look pretty all the time
Never withering to feel
Eternal and majestic
Like the fantasy in a fairytale
Where dragons and warlocks
Are just a part of the background
No need to achieve more
Because the summit has been reached
Frozen in color timeless shade
Hanging or basking in the
Inability to fade is remarkable
No reaction to actions friends
Have haplessly made
Nothing is ever personal it’s just
A part of the story that the world
With two moons has accepted
As fate in the triumph of
Letting go of the blood
If commitment like chlorophyll
Runs through the stems and the veins
I made a wish last night
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Poétique 