Night Light
We are young
We are animated
We are the fire
We are doused
With each new religion
Something informs us
Ancient wisdom
Postmodern dissonance
Premodern atonality
Anguished people in anguished
worlds
The young angst
Entertained
Requited
Momentarily
In transitory swigs of swine
We are not satisfied
By the smog
We see the ether
In fleeting flashes
Universal light
They crush us
For their grapes of wrath
Repression is their heaven
They drink our world
And belch proud righteousness
We inhale their vinegar
And the ether itself chokes
And drowns
We rebreathe their ire
Suns sucked into black holes
We shine
On us they imbibe
We live
And die
Merely their pie?
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