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i am kissing you goodnight

i found this on my computer while doing one of my routine searches of writing so that i can make myself feel badly about everything i've left unfinished. i'm not sure if this is something i completed or not. it was, as far as i can tell, written in early to mid-july 2009 and i can't for the life of me figure out where it came from. in fact, other than the title seeming familiar, i have no idea what it is, what it was written about or what i intended to do with it. nor do i have any idea what i will do with it now that i've found it. so i'll put it here and hopefully that will remind me of its existence from time to time.

I am kissing you goodnight
Old sickness, or new,
Cool real and bathing my red eyes
Moon’s water reflection
Of anything I once believed I wanted,
Passed into boxes
And dying of neglect in their corners.

I slept last night with alligators
Kings of the black water
Unchanged in all memory,
Patrolling guards
Invincible and perfect;
Time gives all the armour needed
And instinct does the rest.

All eyes turned then to the celestial shift
Some meaningless supernova
A million years ago
Dispersed into quasars, message broken
Gone to static.

All the sweaty words
Ringing promises or flippant jokes
Breaking points and breakthroughs
Drained of hope
Of life
Of beauty
Scattered to nothing
The world would be no different without.

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