infinite plains scour the conscious, grass horizons lead travelers into the abyss disguised, instead the Venus fly trap counts your seconds, until the hourglass turns vacant, asleep but walking awake thinking things medicinal, riddles etched skin deep until the ink meets the vein, blood blue intertwines into two tulips extending off the spine, dilated in an absence of fine rays colour paints, and the bludge take all sorts of shapes, thoughts off tangent instances overlap into opiates, taking the shape of things the dormant behavior sits beneath the surface, a smile taking up a face beneath what others see, unlike the likes of a displaced haven, where heavens listen to extended plays, words stick icky parallel sit your demons, dwelling where the sky meets the sea, fly but don't forget to see, otherwise sink but forget not to breathe, drown with me as we exit this dream, then a pinch is necessary or a simple flick of the light switch, it's still on... we're dreaming..
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