Friendship like a warm night,
Holds us with womb-like hands,
holds us in mutual abandonment,
sharing enraged betrayals
-the fabric of ambition.
You, like radiant flame, and me,
cowering with shameful craft.
Tonight the day’s demands can fuck off.
We cast off powerlessness,
and give in to music, and to death,
to the religious passage of a world
always fresh and panicked.
Tonight we are redeemed,
Our bellies replete with demons,
Our thoughts, the violence of the poem.
Tonight we can but dream,
remain childish, our souls laughing
in the face terrific ignorance.
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