Wanderdust 2

Or are we included all along, just not privy to the. visibilty path of our fog laden destinations, looking. long. Into the ignorant bliss of the Forests of delusion we. come from. It's cloud filled brow drawn like a realm of. hover crafted echelons of benefactory, pastels above starlit City eye, in colors daquiri, puntuated by. dream's neon whorings. Morpheusaphrodite satellites beaming a light in the defiled darkness-enveloped in a dare to insult with slights if we stave off our Man made. mares and stripes. Long enough to appreciate. Golden rays of Moonrise re-flowering its carnality, illuminate, virgenic, blessing its adoptee initiate. Truly rich to be knighted in Luna's gypsy dowery, Lunacy's fortunate. Doting on us like a little Mother of the Mothers, doing Motherings-incarnate. Pearl drops crowning her crest with silvery beams. Perihelion Epithelium of Periwinkle and jestful, chestful female things. Calming in its breach of the sun's shining shadow a golden shimmer of feathered eaves. Tractor gleam by starglazed starbright and vivid gif.t body meme. Forgoing the sight of our dead beliefs and its laid misery. Bequeath to acquiesce of our earthen depths, scavengers of what lies underneath. Through though our Pomp, of our naivety nativity ignorance romp. Our shipwrecked alliance out at sea of lamp-lit city streets of res-dissident addressors in searching of the living, seasons christened by sinners, orphanage blessers. Dancing beneath, the sky in open defiance in crystal authority and double battle standards of virtue signalling with our at the behesterds swords. I wake in my dream of organic greenscreening. sortis of sorting of sorts to taste electronic breath as if it was a play of divinity plans revealed and pardoned by a Galliant leige, and Lord of Lords and a wink from a Poet and a Bard. Blinks. Back to sleep.