Grit the shimmer

I’ve never been able

The grit and the table

Horse and her stables

Bridge lovers cables

Various embodiments of Hagel

Shimmer ever alongside clouds

Light seems to trip all the mounds

Pending upon fur pound

Very trod vent shaped like hounds

Crime embers bring high fowls

Fights dreamed in cowls

Emery gathered and bound

Cherry pie went, four clouds

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Blimp’s Folly

Standing in dawn darkness

Outline of a city below harkens

My frigid breath is icy waves

Cascade froth over the cappuccino gaze

Yellow dust flowers spring to life

Wattle, I breathe in its sand castle essence

Danger clouds face me; moon is a crescent

Up beyond a yellow blimp falls

Diners at the street cafe call

It crashes, down like a wet mop

It’s gallon shape flop, flop, flop

awake

Dreams and fear

On the ivory steps, Phobos wept in his melancholy rage seeking new fear

Morpheus in his technicolour Dreamcoat, stepping across from the marble quarry smiling like a madman

I’m your new best friend, all thief of the night they call me, I’ve adapted

Hope still sits, in their ivory hall trying all she can to hide from me

You don’t need her, you can take no for an answer

But you are master, dream lord, my superior, you do not know what it is like, you will long be here, as dreams won’t cease but fear, fear can be destroyed by hope

She is indeed a destroyer, like yourself, but only a seeker of anew which, you love secretly here on her ivory steps

What if I could tell you the mortals can need you as much? Do I let you both in the dreaming castle?

Well, I would be able to exist as long as you, as her. I would only ever love her from afar but I would still be able to love her.

This the coat was drawn upon the wholeness and all their present retired to a castle were fear, hope and dreams lived for a long long time

Concenteena pantomine brushes

Damn

Blue the distance

Convergence we gather/crosses we shatter

I wish I was bulletproof on the tune player

Does it matter? Rafters/plots pantomime horse slayer

Cram

Leave this wish ant

Apple tastes, butter grace/fly buzzcut shone in the race

Moon kisses her mace. She wields it with all her grace

Flavour/silver bottle dies in a haste

Stamp

Is that a quote from Immanuel Cant?