Awake in the cityscape,
Flat footed on distorted streets
Acting on a wave length of escape
Shortly after toxic equinox fleets
To the rhythm of flood holes
When thrown about by honey buds,
Let’s be something under burning coals
Across the horizon, of illuminated clemency;
Lovers on the coast of a melting petal,
The space of the open sea lay over their fingers
About a galaxy wide, so the beat of their future is fatal
Promising to the cosmic air, crossing batten bolsters,
Raging towards the sweetest impression
Slammed into the face of each hallowed soul
Flowing in the bristle of augmented affection,
The scape arrives, its vibrance, we want it whole.
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