Where is this beautiful town?

You speak the sounds I make the words with,
We paint them brightly on the canvas.
And then we throw our bodies starward,
I’ll pick the paint, you choose the color,
We paint a syntax of great sadness,
Then mend our hearts in one another. 🌺 4/4

In you, purveyor of my drama
Expose me for the world to see,
Only in you I find the courage
To substantiate what I believe.
Oh, did I mention you’re my wordsmith?
The death god in my prime advantage, 👇👇 3/4

And while you’re dancing in the shadows,
The shadow puppets reign supreme,
For just moment
Please do hear me,
Explain exactly what that means. 👇👇 2/4

Let me dissolve your disguises
Again and again,
And return you to the anything
you choose to portray.
You can bathe me in surprises,
Your portraits are painted in the skies
of your laughter,
Let us ballroom dance through this life
and whatever comes after. 🌷

Un-effing believable 🤯😡🤬😱

We’ll be radiating with sweet gamma rays
we call contentness,
while the gradient is neat,
chaotic edges
so relentless.

We have not paid Earth’s mortgage,
but broken her heart.
So the last lady standing,
fresh hell hath no chance,
for
the me 2.0
is your human,
Enhanced. 🖤🌹

The romantic scripts
you bestowed on me
Taught that
As you are the soil,
I’m nature,
The prophet.

You speak of such beauty,
our scrapbook of structure,
rest easy my child
I am always your mother.
A global food shortage
A war soon to start, 👇👇

You would leave me here
Every infinite instance
Perpetually.

Numbers shift to words
Eighth notes only count in the
darkness as triplets.

Animated moon,
Magnetosphere combined with human entropy.

Many years will pass,
Photosynthesis divides
brother and brother.

Terraform and wait.
Next stop on our quest to live,
Alpha Centauri.