Prequel
tomorrow it starts
it always starts tomorrow
today is too soon
i am much too busy
staring at the moon
i hope that i
come out of my room
emerge from the gloom,
encapsulating doom
turn out bright
a deepening light
shadowing a dark
flavorless mark
my more glamorous self
turns doom into life
runs from the past
wielding a knife
to cut through
old pages
that date the ages
run through the forest
in fits and rages
escapes disaster
becomes the master
the more glamorous master
of this glittery life
all you need is a sparkle
to shine
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