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Dream-Like Realities within a Fleeting Moment before Death

Boiling metallic bosom of the fair-haired wonder,
the silver drip of the sun and placid water,
the fields of coppery crows one thousand feet tall,
where the phosphorescent fish obtain their slumber
 
Wolves congeal and cry yellow upon the world,
dreams mate to create sexual water on the shores,
the sand, purple, not yet red, gleaming like carrots,
stands a tower of melting images howling to find a Savior,
 
Sagging bulge upon the face of his square head oozes,
something like “sugar” and ultimate hallucinogenic juices,
before the rape of the virgin’s mouth continues in the hallway,
soldiers dressed in garments of giants,
cut off their ears, and speak to them
 
I look, I see the sky as it rains itself upon me,
a wing, attached to a foot, compels me to fall down,
I crawl under the carpet sidewalk with a lift of my hands,
to see fighting flowers and butchered tomatoes across the land,
 
Water-like fire consumes then penetrates deep,
into the boxcar mind of the bluish poet while asleep.
The words, things, places, I just saw before,
I’ll revisit again,
though completely ravaged and changed,
as I sleep once more...
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