The dementia upon beloved boy's hand
Asphyxiates mentality, nearly claiming victory
Is he thirsty?
Is he empty?
From long ago?
Perhaps he left his bosom's warmth?
I ONCE saw his ears, colossal.
A wise ogre of invention.
My mind was blown away,
elevated with ooze!
He howled and I smiled
Creature kept hostage in gayness upon midnight,
Even the pure shine of daylight?
Delighted me to a toxic level that the gate broke
Ponds formed, a stomach in pain of exhalation
Overwhelmed by an appeal of strange validity
The journey tracing gills,
The local landscape is aging under the snow
It is as if his insanity leaves,
The meal must be dropped to depart
E l e p h a n t g i l l s
soothing . . .
will form in time