Quartz City
I don't sleep a lot so when I do, I'm like you Just drowning in amiss. Forget its wonders. Forget its realities. Dream to dream. The dream Is all, and all I survive. Crystals, castles, skies Of my city's passion built to last then. What if And we could but we don't but should we dare. What if, what if we just slept on it and never woke In a daze, an entrancing wonder of what if We can walk along the glass among the moons. What if the sands of mine were just a lunar Melancholia meant to be raged and duned And forgotten and afraid of the next step into Futures skied among the shimmering cracks. Your altogether oxygen but a blur in the forgets Crevices so deep, craters so infinitely forever, We find we murder ourselves with reflections Before we could ever enter, love just an easy greed For the other, another, mirror that into the eversculpt. I'm blowing hash through a bubbler made of glass But I'm not because it's a perfecto dreamery. Sin me In quartz, declare me to the geodes, damn me to Glisten like interstellar highways you can only ride Starcreams and blissholes upon. Plunge to the slepts. I'm among fjords of the blessed, caressed by diamonds, their blood in my knuckles. The Aries of their everart Announced in little Saturns, their rings for marriage: Angelcraft and always, left are the breathless adrift. To say you will not what I do, along the lines of shush.
