Presently, A Dream
Of delicate hands
Working a flame
Climbing, burning
Between two X shapes
Constructed of fragrant wood
And there are
Sparks flashing
They give off
Fleshy clicks
Over a caramelized heart
Nice and toasty
Crying eat me
Crying now
God help us
Where are we?
At the end of a tunnel
Made of eyes
And all that can be heard
is fuckin' critics
Screech and scratch and claw
With dirty little words
Coming from their flaming mouths
And their caramelized hearts
Pumping, spurting
Hot challenges to your will
Straight to the hitch in your throat
Straight to the places we don't talk about
Straight to everywhere we ever
wanted to go
Or never
Or at least never wanted
Anyone to know
But we hide behind
What we want everyone else to see
And we hide behind
Anything we can read about integrity
And we crawl behind
The ever-present mother
Working the flame
With her caramelized heart
And it's a bloody day
Just for us
This is a rejoicing
This is love
This is a new hymn
An ode to joy
Sung by a desert serpent
With big hopes
And a hole full of
glass in his chest
Call it lovely
Call it true
Just don't let it be you
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