from my open eyes i see
coloured confetti flutter their wings like butterflies.
illuminated by the strange lights, they slowly descend
upon the angel seated at the center of the stage.
a simple stringed instrument nestled in her delicate arms.
she strums with one hand the chords that
reverberate within the hollow of my heart,
and with the other, she ascends the stairway to my soul.
from her lungs pour forth the story of my life,
and from her eyes shine a light that
holds the deepest secrets of the universe.
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