This here, that there...

"Here monster, monster, monster..."

Every time you laugh so hard your body rushes through with silver stars,
Every night that quietly offers a perfect shadow to stare at the bed,

When one man succeeds by displaying another man's failure,
When joy claims your heart and is stunning,

As all words fail in front of pure understanding,

Where the truth is damp under sleepless dreams and life and death show a landscape in the universe bound by a delicately woven hem of both sides,
Paradise is - that monster there...

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