Rolling

ROLLING I sucked your glow stick in my dream last night. Expectancies were changing points of view, out in your Ecstasy--your flash of light-- I heard you pray for something you could do. Nomadic in your mind, you come and go, all you have been, abandoned in your haste, but you were rolling higher than you know, and now I hear your head is cut-and-paste. This is your life, your dying and your end, your search for higher love has sealed your fate, and everyone you thought might be your friend, is rolling on an E that's second rate. I sucked your glow stick--it all took my breath; I died a little, witnessing your death.