Redream The World Instead

white geese white satin beds of river lilies white puffy willows, white embroidered brollies golden men drunk with mad girls' honey muddy matters on matted mattresses matinées matangis mournful mad hatters sleep is not the cousin of death deep sleep is the zero point of singularity rem sleep is the mirror universe of the awakened the back of my head doesn't lose itself - and I remember you again we used to be gods exposed like bones on terracotta shards of monsoon glass now god is hiding again and we're clearly confused we're heartbroken expatriated prozac in pink diffused I still think you're an angel only earth can liberate us back to the cherry-picked seraphims + ophanims the throne of god is here, although not another stuttered beginning of healing muted mermaids with their eyeballs pinned to the wall 5am forbidden distress this feeling will prosper with fierce grace we keep looking for meaning we can't find it in truth [and the truth is if you want anything you won't really find it in truth] I is a social institution not a merkaba empire we don't have to fall for it again we don't even have to wait thoughts are not words when they bend backwards like swords sworn to be seen control has turned into a confederation of false mutual friends can it get more underappreciated truth announcing - on its way again nothing like under scrutiny like a shit take away on a wet afternoon the time for peace is now so don't hesitate, cut to the absolute truth the only real thing is whatever touches us but the late midnight blues don't scare me anymore hidden fear is the lunar eclipse of a full dream born anew the longer the day, the faster the moon in my darkness I remember my sister's words reoccur to me baby steps for now long lustrious life for centuries to come this world is dead - unmutable who's fault is it? amino acids as blue bismuth angels flooding, fluttering ruffles angels fluffing up their winking wings angels with no wrongdoings shattered moon bruised by morning snoozing next to someone you'll never love again and I can beat you with words, I'm pear stoned with fruits yellow bones, yellow quinces before the orchard turns red and I'm terrified I lost you for good words turned semantics, words cannot refute they cry like cupids, they cut in like rusted knives still no steady truth twin flaming flamingos i'm hoping when we wake up we're going to be okay again. 999