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Fringe
I stand on the moon's surface
and watch the world turning
I'm all out of fuel
constantly discerning
Whether spires of light that leave the globe
Are companions in banishment
or merely a strobe
exploding the celebration of life in color
my heart grows jealous
as my vision grows duller
blind to the rainbows
deaf to the wails
alone in my capsule
I lift solar sails
Drift aimlessly cross and landscape of gray
boring, unheard
forgot how to play
mouth crumples downward, frown disapproving
my lovers are dead
yet their bodies are moving
to the whims of the winds
basking in rays
I keep my breath held
soak in your praise
yet it's undeserved.
Back farther in my crater
Apart from the herd.
Picked off by the hunter
licking his chops
I welcome his fangs
To make the loneliness stop
Incisors sink deep
Yet I do not cringe
No one will miss me
Cuz I live on the fringe.
