Cold and distant star…
The last drops of atomic eternity
float around…
Bubbles and tinted glory – dream – another
world we’re in, lights surround…
Fleeting visions, disarrayed
Let 'em stray
Blotted in evanescent meshwoks
Jotted down in attempted
verse...
Dreams don’t fade that life …
And returning – turns only to say
Didn’t you see the blood in my knife?
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