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Goodnight, Menai LightsThis is my first happy Autumn,tonight, my first genuine smilesI see lights across the Menaias they sing my first 'goodnight'. But they are songs I've never heard,and all our imaginary words;all those wordsI was too stubborn to say,and nowthey stop in my throat,and they choke me like mutantswithout the mutations,so that nowI can only hear.And I heard you walked alone last nightthrough this beautiful, silent cityin the mountains.And last night,I saw the stars for the first time,shyly blushing behind the burnt sky.They called to me, "We miss you",and as they disappeared in blisters,I paused and almost whispered,"I miss you too."So the Autumn leaves hold onto me.I just drag them insidefor company.
Thanks, but no thanks.Restrictedin the evening until some childs bedtime.Thank God it wasnt mine,although,I cant say that in this house.The grand prize of bardsto some.But to me,another boundary.I would gloat,but its arms are merely beer tapshiding half-empty bottles of ginunder the kitchen sink.And the legs?Well,you know.
From AprilI can see the moon wall.The only manmade structure visiblefrom Earth.But its not as stable as it looksfrom underneath.Leaving marks in the red and gold furnishingsthat defy the laws of gravityand the soft, smooth whiteness of walls.Slipping and squeaking under skin.Dont step outside, please;you cant breathe.Dont imitate the kids in PVC.Theyre getting high on lack of oxygen,and they cant see.