I weep in a dream
I believe means that time does not mean
a **** thing
a land being just that
nothing but clay and oil mixed with apes that **** atop every day

buildings being harvested by drug cats
meowing to the top with gangster chat
bringing sawed offs to the rats trap

Bilbo like, exploring the windows of the murderous widow
alone, at home, but she already *****,
a bone she's eating, cannibalism is her story.
She twerks and starts  moaning, disrobing.
Need to get out. Slowly leave, before she notices.
That soulless *****.

Moby **** the mammal that ate the Earth and then did spit,
Gaia and Lucifer did omit,
a light defined by the mind of that Titan
Time gets kept lit, inside the internal spine of that being in which we live on
Rock like Malphite an unstoppable force.

A giant coy fish fighting the whale to take hold, and fulfill its ploy.
Rainbow colored, with whiskers that whip, and whisper thunder.

I wake up from this hallucinating slumber.