(no subject)
in dreams i have you anywhere, everywhere, where,
solitary only in my mind,
in the unconscious canyons of my delusions, warm and plunging,
sharp and inconsistent,
not bound by the boulders of our realities,
the interruptions of our neon bright skin romance.
in these states of vibrant dizziness, in the resting explosions of images and symbolisms,
my consciousness erupts and brings me through black holes to our one utopia.
in the ravines of my brain, shaped through countless ages by lightning-flashes of
involuntary lobotomies, i sit,
waiting idly on the shores of insanity, slowly making my way towards morning,
until you finally come, and we can climb up our solitary mountains slowly,
a single kiss guiding us.
in the catatonic stillness of the nighttime black, we wake confused into new, swiveled planets, reincarnated into completely incomplete sharded universes,
like broken glass thrown up into the sky, and then embedded, becoming our new stars
that we lie below,
alone, solitary in our explosive galaxies, on the banks of creeks.
palming fractured, tiny branches and discussing the most beautifully absurd inspirations,
planning the life we must return to in only a few short hours.
in the vertigo perfections of our astrological rendezvous, among fallen comets like wasted years, we must rewind our memories while leaving the physicality of history intact. Hearing our green oceans crying like bellowing whales, salt being pulled towards
old pains we must reverse before our eternal longings endure. we, envious of nothing have never seen the atmospherical enormocity of our love cry like the spheres of two dying galaxies. in the neon bright romance like alive nights our sky never weakens and concedes to stillness but twists and shakes in the vibrancy of the new-ness we have. blues and greens and yellows, reds, all streaking quickly, slowly, up down side, side, right before us.
we,
completely oblivious to the perplexity these moments will later bring when we worm our way through the holes of REM passageways,
will be walking dead, alive with each other,
dead to a forgotten Earthen reality, which continues to irritatingly exist around us, and simply won’t wilt away and slip off of the the
tips of our lips, as we pull away, from a last starving kiss.
i still remember our waking dream, the angelic cosmos of my visions I have of we, together like always, falling and dipping like those comets, swimming together in strange waters as I wake,
my pillow damp, a discharge dripping from my mouth, the water of our green oceans.
I wipe my eyes, conscious,
I think of you
solitary only in my mind,
in the unconscious canyons of my delusions, warm and plunging,
sharp and inconsistent,
not bound by the boulders of our realities,
the interruptions of our neon bright skin romance.
in these states of vibrant dizziness, in the resting explosions of images and symbolisms,
my consciousness erupts and brings me through black holes to our one utopia.
in the ravines of my brain, shaped through countless ages by lightning-flashes of
involuntary lobotomies, i sit,
waiting idly on the shores of insanity, slowly making my way towards morning,
until you finally come, and we can climb up our solitary mountains slowly,
a single kiss guiding us.
in the catatonic stillness of the nighttime black, we wake confused into new, swiveled planets, reincarnated into completely incomplete sharded universes,
like broken glass thrown up into the sky, and then embedded, becoming our new stars
that we lie below,
alone, solitary in our explosive galaxies, on the banks of creeks.
palming fractured, tiny branches and discussing the most beautifully absurd inspirations,
planning the life we must return to in only a few short hours.
in the vertigo perfections of our astrological rendezvous, among fallen comets like wasted years, we must rewind our memories while leaving the physicality of history intact. Hearing our green oceans crying like bellowing whales, salt being pulled towards
old pains we must reverse before our eternal longings endure. we, envious of nothing have never seen the atmospherical enormocity of our love cry like the spheres of two dying galaxies. in the neon bright romance like alive nights our sky never weakens and concedes to stillness but twists and shakes in the vibrancy of the new-ness we have. blues and greens and yellows, reds, all streaking quickly, slowly, up down side, side, right before us.
we,
completely oblivious to the perplexity these moments will later bring when we worm our way through the holes of REM passageways,
will be walking dead, alive with each other,
dead to a forgotten Earthen reality, which continues to irritatingly exist around us, and simply won’t wilt away and slip off of the the
tips of our lips, as we pull away, from a last starving kiss.
i still remember our waking dream, the angelic cosmos of my visions I have of we, together like always, falling and dipping like those comets, swimming together in strange waters as I wake,
my pillow damp, a discharge dripping from my mouth, the water of our green oceans.
I wipe my eyes, conscious,
I think of you