I close my eyes and let go of the lights
that blink in an nonrhythmic stream.
Each pulse is a shot of adrenaline,
the lights a stark neon beam.
I bounce on the walls with
the night sky for under eyes.
Veins tattoo the dry light seers
and drains my crazy prize.
The world is everyone and nowhere at once,
a blur of colors and skin.
My face is pallid with ivory scales
and my soul a solid tin.
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