Dreams Part 1

Transformer-changeling, liquid currency of purchasing. Themes Selling us your wares as we wade in your maelstrom pool. Accentuating my cares. Dreams. Weave for me-from your electric spool. Your hourglass adbdomain spin(e)-dling, fondling, sifting, and gonduling me to my destination azul. Capture us as we aspire. Before you consume us in encompassing desire. In the bile of fools. The transformer of wills' fire. The leeching of chemical reaction, as a hopeful heart bleeds into the attractions. Wish-live, *** lie-stream. Livestream. Before Facebook, YouTube or other government-entity, makes it illegal. Censors our reality. Be the Great Eagle that carries those still living inside. To the safety beyond the Great divide. Sweet distraction, intimated, closed captioned. Automated law of attraction. For the content impaired. In my minds eye. Dreams. Tolling grey matter with your tongue- licked -finger raised to the four winds. Reading little by little, my grand designs contained there- in, my deepest secrets like a neon sign, like darkest sin. Dreams. Revealing back to me In the self's incest. Maws digest to lure my interest. Devours me Incorporeal tabletures. Endows me Into a land of possibility Phase shifting Spider-Bard, spinning the yarns Of the silk of what can be. Dreams. Hallucinogen at hand. In sign language waves In forbidden bands Incorporated Oracle, That perkelates the hibernating- senses, as it stands peering peerless into me. A Prospector, with infrared beam. Into. The seams. Into the lands of Fairy. Tales ghosting with imagery, sitting atop your vises that clamp, the sentimentary, onto momentary, rcapture. Mind Genie; in rcapture, of the smoke of the rings in the trees. With your lungs, that blow my imagination to smithereens. With hourglass smoking lamp; A reality, burning illusion fire-ash and yearn. Unquenchable, yet unsung. Into your current adorned. Dreams. A family tree for fool's. As it carries times purpose, reeling, as it projects into me, it's spore of spool with a guard against stagnance, complacency, knowing what makes me drool. Sandsblasting my subconscience, consciously. Sustained. Stained with freedom and possibility. And to feast of it's remains. Stained with moving pictures, like a looking glass projector. Attained by hearts leeched true colors. This Venusian prostitute, skilled- Elysian director of loves killing fields.