Dream horses into the opium of sleep
an avalanche of motion
killed by the painted sky
back to you sarcokisses
i am falling from the clouds
wings shrouded in blue
the darkened sand of the breaking wave
eludes me revealing the boundless plain.
deeply immersed in your bed of linen
i am vanishing demolished
bodies skinned as epiphanies
until the great storms of nightmare
down the gentle slope .. till i do not exist

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