The Depot of Seas Within My Skull
The Depot of Seas Within My Skull
to my dreams, drowned in the train depot of the DEEP seas,
to my skull a spiraled shell, built from cosmic eggshell,
with it together, to revive you, sprawled through multicolored clay,
and then I'll blow, above you, a kiss made of emerald air,
that will grow younger, then, inside me, another thousand liquid years,
the period while God, will leave on vacation to other planets,
free for our souls, to hatch themselves in nests of light,
the dandelion of translucent mankind, eternal flower with silver seeds,
intoxicated in psychedelic colored longing, ocean of fluorescent water,
living you hoping, once more, even in your living dreams,
never repeatable, to all your new iridescent eternity,
thus born, as in your dreamlike life, you eternally dare,
in a love like a spinning kaleidoscope, to walk your soul around,
chewing the spoken words made of crystals, before their term,
those I never gave, ever, existence in the purple fire...
to all the rains, of electric spring, beloved, to some spiraling destinies,
that will sprout my tremendous multicolored love, in you translucent...
lived, thus drowned in waves of lights, once more, even in thought,
never repeatable, to all to offer a new fluorescent eternity,
thus created, surely, as in your psychedelic life, you dare again,
in a bouquet of liquid rainbow flowers, to wrap my soul for me,
ruminating the spoken words made of aromas, uttered before fate,
those I have given, foaming in colors, and luck in golden fire...
to all the rains, of psychedelic spring, beloved, our cosmic destinies,
thus will sprout my love, from after iridescent LIFE, in you translucent!
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