amphet a mean sunrise
killing stroke on the fairy land
burn world of candy cane copses
and caramel latrines
of the heated chase
and the madman's pace
doth I dream
and shatter awake with feet made of steam
to hit the ground running this vortecal race
to singular finish with cosmic embrace
folded down fabric streams
to spin to the end as miasmic waste
bright! bright is the wound
where we meet again!
the firmament torn through
the God-plastic worn
where I took your hand
and whispered "till then"
and so I dreamt you this night
but now there are heavens to rend!
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