the gods jealous.
Your beauty is destroying me.
I worship the rainbow
from a dark organ.
I bury the ink and let it
fly off into the air.
Desks and chairs made
from female fur surround me.
Fires of poisoned glass
that paint a sea of flesh
with unyielding light.
I bolt my cot of bold
deep-seeded dreams
close to the ledge
and watch the fireflies
save us all. The galactic
dream is ever reaching.
I can't fall.
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