Sun Bleats

That which would make me a cog in the machine , dragoon me into a lethal automaton be left in the walls of sleep. As the sun bleats in fear of crowds & the sparrows call w-/in a ring of fire. Let the world spin on thru space's quagmire sinking ships in the velvet ink on the writer's hand. Or let the chase end w-/ hands holding crystal ducks & chunks of lung, held by the prism of your stare. To dance swirling down the drain as another matter for the brain to tick as a clock tocks out seven days to review & recall all infected packets of nurofen. Prescribing Anti-psychotics for a mild case of the flu while the fever dreams strike drowning in clay & blank doll faces. As my daughter will drink only the finest wine & my son will make all the other children cry w-/ the malice of his fingers. In the first flash of a passionate love affair , feather light, beating as two hearts revolve round the moon lit stage.