Dream a while,
moons and suns eclipse
perpetual
perennial
because
under their skies
stormy seas
shipwrecked pirates and cannons and flags
sirens,
islands of silver.
dream of a warm side,
and face streaked
black light to drink
close of the will-power-stroke
the source, the pure
tan than nothing
intoxication
cliff overlooking the launch
summer rain from drowning
for us, full of sense and logic,
drums and melody magic.
Dream the second
hopes of remembering
I
caught between the escape
of my days with the eternal
petal
(sap memories)
waiting
the collective madness
when all the gears
live
time
a
world.
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