the children of the sun began to awake, the moon goes down
and a pretty little monkey caught blood orange stars threw them to me said, "the beauty of the most destructive colors. how's your mind feel?"
this is enlightenment through the glorious transcendence into a psychedelic silhouette
Lucy winked waved dove off a cliff and fell out of the sky
the lights begin to sing and the low moon climbs a rope made of stars to strive find hail and you are divine
I realized if I stepped out of my body I'd break into blossom
he turned, cymbals crashed roaring horns and showed me concealed imaginings
evenings die going green and a willow swept by rain here in this room, desiring you, always roaming with a hungry heart- how dull it is to pause or make an end
though it is so beautiful that either you or time must fade, leaving the stations of your body, an iridescent creature, the whole house is thinking
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