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
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
Eating all the clouds
Breaking all their moister
Mawl down the lighting and the ice
Filling bellies full of watery vice
Brace, riding this carrion is hard
They eat their way scaring the sky
They are serving tea and biscuits in the first class cabin
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
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?
I’m sink/ing
Render of
Tale of my
Heart?
Brain?
Stomach?
Blue? It’s not blue its grey
No other colour can be as heartless
Cold and unyielding
I’m sink/ing
In this soup of grey
Yet orange light
Sun/light
Of this setting day
Blooms around
Is it hope? Or a coming flame?
Either would be welcome
