Shopping

Legions gathered in the heart,
hemorrhaging the dream plasma
spilled over the skin as a garment
making you feel every sensation
of a surreal sky’s veiled secrets
as imagined by the eyes
stinging from the blood letting
which awakens the vision
to the sea of possibilities
and all the mariner wishes
hidden in the mind.

Sitting on the edge of sanity
and burying the clone
you were on the inside
from the tyrants feared,
where it is cold and rainy,
but it stops hurting
because there is a sail on the horizon
it will arrive soon enough
then on that vessel of fantasy
across the acid waters of doubts
will be sailed to the a harbor
buying a white robe of peace
to replace this stained garment
with one that doesn’t hurt.