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

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

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