Friday, December 14, 2012

Drunken fancies

Reality swims before
me; in a torpedo of
thought. A swim in
an ocean, Paradise,
where I want it to be;
roar of the angels;
and a death dance
of spirits, eternal.

They beckon me,
their melancholy
matches mine;
an epiphany; a
death dream and
my darkling knight.
I covet thee,
consume me, till I
want no more.

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