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"Intergallactic Fisticuffs"
Staring at a war hanging over my head
I maneuver my telescope like a prizefighter
A rumble in the sky
The thunderous cries of the crowd of stars
Cheering the battle in the Milky Way
I am only a spectator
Watching star cinema
I am a Sagittarius
Watching my surreal atmosphere burn away
Dipping fists into glue and glass
Punching at anything in rotation
The moon isn’t full tonight
I’m looking, instead, at its black eye
And its bloody lip dripping over the horizon
I demand you to stop this!
Command them to play nice!
They’re too big for this
And I’m too intoxicated to notice
I am a burning star
Blazing my nights with no viewing audience
When the earth crumbles around my feet
I’ll be wishing for moon boots
To wade through the waste of peaceful planets
That was once inspirational
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