forget science, it's 2am and we are light-years from the sun

I'm out; I'm free. Down here the night air is purple. What do I do with it all?	It's easy to speak love in the dark... what about in broad daylight in the glare of the sun and the world	Nobody writes poetry about science	Even things as amazing as stars burn out
There is magic in this world	On your feet. Fast and free. Follow me.	Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun	The mad scientist ties you to the examination table and makes love to you with his chilly instruments.
She who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.	They hum like angels	Your skin is liquid	Paradox of the Ravens
2:00 AM philosophy	I am aching for pieces of you	3 am poem	Zero 7
April 17, 2010	August 23, 2009	Gordon's

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