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I remember when you took me corkscrewing down kaleidoscope tunnels for the last time mounting hummingbirds to fly through the crystallized sky air splashing against our skin like an intoxicating perfume, dizzying old daydreams, new friends like humans with spectrum eyes and hair that coiled around their shoulders like serpents, all donning galaxy cloaks reptilian monsters that sprouted raven feathers while chasing each other through smoke trees silhouettes with rusty-nail teeth who danced like leaves in a gale inky, spindly limbs reaching trying to catch the moon fingers entangled like a dreamcatcher We were more then the kings and queens, heroes, idols We were gods, ruling from the velvet mountains to the silken seas, everything beneath the candlesmoke clouds and the caramel sun that drips like wax everything shining beneath the stars made out of that smoldering purple dust we know so well always whispering to us in scritch-scratch voices reciting elegies and hush-hush songs of longing but then, reality ignites and burns beneath us as we soar, elysian fields crumbling, flames consuming the wonderland we’ve built that is nothing but a paper thin house of tarot cards the future written with seeping poison ink We are left keening in the ashes, tears to late to douse the inferno but maybe they will help some seedling fester beneath the scorched earth
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Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 6:19 PM UTC
The Paradise addiction built
I remember when you took me corkscrewing down kaleidoscope tunnels for the last time mounting hummingbirds to fly through the crystallized sky air splashing against our skin like an intoxicating perfume, dizzying old daydreams, new friends like humans with spectrum eyes and hair that coiled around their shoulders like serpents, all donning galaxy cloaks reptilian monsters that sprouted raven feathers while chasing each other through smoke trees silhouettes with rusty-nail teeth who danced like leaves in a gale inky, spindly limbs reaching trying to catch the moon fingers entangled like a dreamcatcher We were more then the kings and queens, heroes, idols We were gods, ruling from the velvet mountains to the silken seas, everything beneath the candlesmoke clouds and the caramel sun that drips like wax everything shining beneath the stars made out of that smoldering purple dust we know so well always whispering to us in scritch-scratch voices reciting elegies and hush-hush songs of longing but then, reality ignites and burns beneath us as we soar, elysian fields crumbling, flames consuming the wonderland we’ve built that is nothing but a paper thin house of tarot cards the future written with seeping poison ink We are left keening in the ashes, tears to late to douse the inferno but maybe they will help some seedling fester beneath the scorched earth
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Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 6:19 PM UTC
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