You're sunlight
The shooting star
When I seem to get far, washing across
the windows
The meadows of the grass fields that look like gold
Derbies and drama raves that repeat
Psychedelic suns that shine-like eyes, that don't see memories
You're topsy-truly, diggity like pygmie that hides form new memories
Spirited away like the creative economy, of the Neo-dystopian novel
That you might read in your spare part shop, but, the wood-chuck that works in sanding machines
Like a hummingbird ******* honey, and woodpecker clucking trees
We are just going on repeat, existing in this vagrant vacuum-like vicious fun universe
Dreams that fly like the antecedent of ambition
Without intelligence, ambition cannot fly like the birdless heights
Semaphoring and titillating like the jets in the celestial stream of breaths, vacillating with every adventure
Vicious disaster falls on the crepuscular lands
Ebullient and eddying like a daydream, lakes that shine like the shores with silver linings
The gold is counting, and the stars are all shimmering
In the Bacchus and manors, land us on this planet immediately
Perfection and make-believe is all it is really, nostrum like novels that I've read so far
I find you in lost books, shining in these fictional devices
That's how I know you are a reader because you tell me these coincidences are surreal
I sure that I make them out to be chances or serendipitous serenity, shooting stars efficaciously