If die day by night by day I will not forget you If day die the flowers will outlast you like a lonely river bay of love in lost equinox yonder sun and bays in the horizon If not by day what is the night Two tin cups of water for those dead, rising Arid sun, moxie morning Traversed a shed a light To the other Kingdom And disappeared wisdom Like no other The other brother Hand to hand Dust to dust Ashes cremated the style of rust Light by day Light by Night Life is long lasting STANDING no petal saw lipstick smeared upon the sky no dolphin danced... and the dark moon periled like a tear over the roses Come to my knowledge weeping cat and chat latino roofs see night away dance the iris like a utensil will color the spectrum over your heart and I will say hello in the unending walk thru the desert of big data the steppe of imminent reality and wonder of daffodils like eyeing a sinking paper boat in the puddles of history your barrio like river and a dilapidated concrete jungle of effaced buildings with broken eye windows and unlocked doors... the dogs will welcome YOU!? I didn't say blue cobalt EYES trekking your spine humid with dew and love juice I beckon you to supersede desire, index finger sang to promote vision before your "Id" and to install digital formulas for your gait at night's ball room dance regalia of an aging ALTER EGO, you are the chosen princess. And, because to demean stick men robotic blurs as profiles crowding the streets searching for food, shelter and water so, I told you to dance and dance also the title of a story in your head like a pink orchid mantis on the edge of the last skyscraper: your last dying life... the burning black origami flower as it falls from your heart's window that black and obscure orgimae petal suede shades of nocturne flower-your black eyes Slideshow of luminescence the last memory of a people wetlands... the sky the oceanic panorama the gaze galloping onslaught over the last bear mountain and you preferred hysteria the immaculate lustrous emotion of peace those eyelets, Chinese mysteries you have forsaken as truths as your pilgrimage to your globalized homes of soiled white portico columns in humid verandas the last computer in front of the window you are no banister of the future your intervals of sanity deranged you and you dreamt your dream of heaven waiting wired to see an apostle that looks just like you and you cry... Cobalt eyes in the afternoon wine Spanish leather bags in the hands of the meek with red berets drunken fainted specters in the streets and the cars sit still, like a tin memorabilia of the last millennium that crossed that crossed before our eyes Yes, the intimate rosary dappled over pearl breasts, the odour of the Iluminatti in the corners of the forgotten city, where social minstrels enact pillage of dreams also forgotten trying to learn how to remember (And, so the drum roll...) Check the box you prefer you are nothing more than a fetishist item in boudoir of oceanic existence: so the actor gesticulating and swimming like aquarium figures fish and fight the bully fight, the good fight you forgot to lose OF THE MEEK LIKEPARANOID STAR GAZERS in the honing spectacle of SOCIAL ME (And, so the drum roll...) "Say your prayers young man, it's bedtime." And the torn flag flapped wings upon your face an intimate applause for the azure horizon "Beware of subliminal text messages!", said the little four year old girl those sms with your name we are no longer in the year of Cat we are and will always be and always have been in the year of the $ sign traversing art for the sake of art, social compromise "zoocializt" poetics and the remnants of Greek rap Contain, contain entropy your are no bridled horse stomping cobblestone streets the equine ecstasy is for the rich? You are the devil you, you Tiger your sins derived by software from an email address which does not exist off-line your way is more English that emotion you sublime is your latin passion you only see in the mirror keep an eye on your life that thermostat on the fridge door like a memo hung like pin magnet reminding you to brush your teeth and make love sparked, the frozen gaze of your ancestors over your biopic and you mentioned astray as yours and askance the pink kites in the sky philosophy as a mentality and genre beckoning to remembrance and lost SPACE... Do not revolt, rebellious are already your intimate emotions as reason, like many nano-butterflies and bit-some seahorses in your eyes like diamonds Of course my dear princess reconcile awakening with death the black hollow eyes and the inert rock in the river the firefly shines dim and dims death is your preface and prologue to enter light that shines like a ray from your thorn crowned heart Death by day death by night If I tell by day to die the last the last breath in the evening.
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