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Stung with relief

Caged the sun between my fingers
rang the bell for morning stars
swept the dust storms under carpets
led the violet away from Mars
fetched a map to Milky spirals
mused on thoughts of spiders barks
executed master plans,
left a tip for a frazzled bartender
who had thoughts to leave her man.

Fumed against some noxious perfume
hid in dank and dusky stalls
studied romance in the mirror
wrote my name upon the walls
languished in a state of cursive
permeated by some grief
or a laugh become immersive
hinged on sighs,
stung with relief.