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Eden

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Saturn painted your eyelids a dull bronze.
You've been unconscious for awhile now,
and the servants are starting to talk:
“Will that boy ever wake up?”
Ever since Wednesday, I've been praying;
here on the floor by your bedside,
to a god I never knew existed; all red-rimmed,
staring down at me from a chipped teal ceiling.
Orion-born angel, I don't care who hears me,
now that I'm your only sentinel.

But they say you can hear me, the nurses
in this non-traditional Catholic hospital.
So here goes, friend;
what I really think about what you did..
The cold-hard truth,
I strongly believe in my desert-heart is that you chose
the wrong boy to risk your life for.
Oh yeah, if you were awake,
you'd deny everything; everything sheltered for so long
in your spring-autumn chest.
But I know you better than anyone..
I've been the dead weight that
you've carried around since we were twelve.
Maybe it's time you let go, drop all pretense because
maybe it's not good for you to hate yourself;
your limited knowledge of poison-brewing, cutting-edge
conspiracy and black-and-white street-fighting,
just because you couldn't save me.
Maybe I'll never be the ghost you're trying so hard to resurrect;
bring back to life, a reincarnated butterfly.

I know it's hard to accept that you've lost this battle,
one you've been fighting your entire life.
I know it's frustrating;
watching the object of your affection,
a midnight poolside dream,
trapped in a mirror of gilded gold,
Victorian sibling-rivalry,
painted all around a starry frame.
But what are you going to do, hold your breath till the end
of your crashed-merman days?
It's time to blow out the candle,
boy; the one you're still holding
to my grotesque spilled-ink name,
a printed-page disappointment, friend.
Yeah, honey, I'm a cursed headline;
just another 1930s Depression, you know it's inevitable..

You think maybe I can't give you this world,
but “It doesn't matter, my sandstone pirate,” you insist.
“Maybe I'd never fit in anywhere.”
Oh boy, don't sell yourself short..
In this bright carousel-world, you and I;
we're rebels and yet, not indestructible.
Foxfire, you know as well as I do that picking our battles,
choosing an Aquarius sunlight, is the only way to survive;
authentically, unafraid of anything coated in sulfur.

So uncover your star-island eyes and give yourself
the a chance to be the hero you've always envisioned
in your sandpaper dreams; someone worth remembering,
even though history is just a winter-rose, withering.
But when people no longer speak of angels
or even Superman; his broad shoulders, red-and-blue
American Odyssey-cape or even, yes,
all those Kryptonite mistakes, I'm sure
our names will still ring in their ears.
Boy, I think you'll be even better than him because
unlike that Clark Kent fellow,
you don't need to shake the earth;
move skyscrapers, to feel special.
No, little foxfire; if there's anyone I know in this
tiny New York hamlet who's going
to rise above everyone's expectations, prejudice;
it's you, my Sagittarian archer.

Friend, you've never lost, not even in front of
the most critical of judges;
the most narrow-minded of scholars,
bastards of this grim day and age.
Oh yeah, they learn early on
how to knock people down, but
why would you care what they think?
Foxfire, if they take everything away,
strip off the layers that make up your legacy here;
the birthplace of Lady Liberty, I know
you'll still have your individuality.
Boy, you'll still have that glowing
Alaskan blue-star in the center of your chest.
No one can take that away, trust me..
No one can voluntarily crush your spirit.

And I'll follow you till the very end..
Even if heaven; its thorn garden-gates,
shut me out, I'll find a way in because
you mean more to me than just any teammate;
a constellation partner,
I was paired up with since high school.
Foxfire, it doesn't matter if no one understands us.
Just don't leave me here in this sinking Atlantis;
an imaginary but oh-so-cold limbo,
hanging on a rope, thinking,
“If he dies, I want to fall forever..
Oh I never want to hit the ground where all those
safe dandelions are because the only
thing that can save me is his determined Celtic pride,
his never-going-to-leave-a-man-down lion-heart.”
Yeah, Viking-prince, you may have been cast off
by your own tribe; your own circle of blue-eyed,
sword-wielding supporters; even your own parents,
ashamed of their star-struck theater-loving,
boy-kissing son, but you know
that I will never abandon you.

And it doesn't take much to realize
we're all angels in the end, whether
pure sand-dollar white or ashen black.
Boy, we all have paper wings; we can all fly,
reaching higher than these steeples,
the caverns populated by chanting robed-men.
They can damn us with as many prayers
as they want; a list of commandments
that we're supposed to follow, even though
at the end of the day, they're so eager to damn us, anyway.
“But how is that fair?”
I question you silently.
A warrior stripped of all physical strength,
you lie as still as a statue.
But dove-captor, I know you're still breathing.
Bronze-haired archer, even though
your eyelids are painted shut; this monarch
butterfly's death wish, a mark on your left shoulder,
I can still hear a faint fluttering somewhere inside..

“You're crazy,” the doctors tell me.
“He hasn't moved all night.”
True, but they don't know anything.
Maybe they're whispering somewhere down the hall
that I'm conceited, thinking I'm some
sort of genius in comparison.
But the truth is; I don't need proof to know you're still here.

Your tattoos still haven't faded away
with your Charlotte-town bones, into pearl dust;
if you were gone, slipping into another dimension,
I'd feel it in my rib-cage, I'm sure..
So if you can hear me, promise
you'll keep fighting your way out of
this spider-web labyrinth because if
there's no angel to guide you with
an amber lantern; a glinting sword,
then I'll be your Eden-ghost shadow.
Alec/Jace

"If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the No's on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark"

- "I will follow you into the dark", Death Cab for Cutie
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