crazy heaven i seek thee
to be born out of space,
well, redness suits me,
eyes of New York on us
its oranges and your blues,
like some forgotten impressionist
pièce de résistance,
suddenly crazy heaven
too much for my eyes

we shall instead carve this life
into the bones of our brains

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