reality is broken
melting like the soft clocks winking at me,
From the wall smeared with green/gray paint.
swimming with the silent fish,
in the bubbling, boiling pools.
liquefied air.
those elephants with the twig legs,
the stone knock-knees,
in slingshots swinging,
singing to me luxuriously and I am raptured from
the cracked and bleeding mirror.
reality is broken,
toiling away at Listerine dreams,
purifying essences of flowered head,
yet pouring on the blank desert,
strewn with teeth,
the gold liquid,
healing and gracefully,
embracing the shattered pieces in hands
of silvered, glowing heart.
Α Ω A
Cope with your heart
O flame of lilting yesteryear.
Fill the part
fill the part
Time is dead
Rigidity is overthrown
Life grows and the vines wrap round
Your neck
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