Short poetic beats
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HEAVEN TO HELL Masked smiles stare at you And you stare blankly back, A blue space between black eyes and a pale neck. When did you last bask naked in the sun? We are the bruised generation Not quite battered Not quite broken Not yet dead Yet Not alive. We surf through the shadows Glitch by glitch Feeling our way to the end of the line. I didn't know, solitude could be so… heavenly. Only later After the day is over After the chores After the interminable interactions are finally over When the curtains close against the night And everyone goes And masks peal away from sweating cheeks And hands are washed That we are free. Hell is a full moon party without the drugs. I felt it once, twice, thrice And I was gone. In a land far, far away Lives an old man who holds a secret key. Though old He has the strength of an insect army Precise and deadly. He is the protector of the gateway that separates Us from stars A billion light years away. Time. He waits In a dark, lonely cave For his most ancient love to return. When she does She will seal the slippery cliffs And shine a speck of light in his eyes Through the tunnel of the cave Waking him from a thousand years of dreaming. He stirs Moves mighty effort To will himself up Standing and straining Walking, walking to the light Her light His light All light. He slips his key In her flashing space And with a click Opens her door to paradise.