“Cues”

“Cues”

We led happy lives

when you were young,

you didn’t notice.

Don’t move away, I pleaded.

But then you did. Far away.

All along, I wasn’t real.

Neither were you.

So why’d you have to drag down

this made-up land?

Were the cabbages shining that brightly

in the moonlight?

Stay strong, the light is dancing

and the horses are a storm

while rivers run in packs

the planets glow dismally.

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