A thousand bouncing souls.
Packed into the moment.
The heavy sky splits open.
Time floats frozen.
Tonight, the stars ignite like fireflies.
Tonight, is burning a hole in the sky.
Tonight, is beaming straight across the universe.
The heavy sky splits open.
A foot above the ground.
The DJ spins a galaxy of black vinyl.
For the Gods that came to dance.
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Demon’s that is dreaming.
Shall be lifted.
And the raven still is sitting.
Just above my chamber door.
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon.
That is dreaming, nevermore.
And the lamp-light over him streaming.
Throws his shadow on the floor.
And my soul from out that shadow.
Shall be lifted, nevermore!
-Edgar Allen Poe
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Communism is alive, yes, I’m one of them.
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