As I gaze out my window
I am awe-struck by the sight
of a hundred moving parties
all reflective in the night

Around is pandemonium
these strangely floating things
with a thousand different body shapes
all rested on their wings

Their dances carry all night long
and on through half the day
Some feed, some fuck, some suck your blood
Each dies it’s death in space

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