untitled five
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Spoon fed me illusions of electronic silhouettes,
Bitter sweet against my ardent lips.
You gave an axial neon smile that I couldn't see,
Love that dare not speak,
And I blinked illiterate to the surreptitious source
You knew so well from my jangled nerves,
That I'd scramble away with morsels of your words
To plant my perfect garden of millennium.
But facetious muse, it gave no light for my work
Left me listening with ear to hollow ceilings,
Looking down into a pile of antic matter.
Why can't you see my loss Prince of Delirium,
Stalking me amorously by darkness, by emptiness.
Protecting me with your spider web touch
Soothe me with unfathomable tokens.
Again you secretly knew,
That I'd giggle and run towards some closed door.
Seeing you looting the moon from its celestial pedestal,
Slightly amused, yet no questions asked.
Sparkle in my eyes,
Never admit entrance to the other worlds.
Dare I say I was afraid?
To cross the odious lines
Perhaps so and you know
That I tremble beside the rain
As I turn away and ran taut into the wall
But you just laughed your eerie winds.
Seeing I was slightly drowned,
Pulled an arm at my leisure.
Leading me by my hands
To venture into the glowing pupils,
Glancing around blocks and cinders,
Stepping unknowingly into the vortex of your welcoming candor
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