The Wings of My Dreams

The Wings of My Dreams

Rainbows are the arc of the devil's jump rope
after he's stormed through the world

And your mind

Look where it begins and look where it ends

Butterflies neither sore nor glide
merely exist at the mercy of the current

So I don't dream of nor desire either

When I slumber I can't hear rainbows

I want the roar of God's fury in my ears
If I've bowed down on knees in prayer
Then damn it!
say something back
to set the course straight
I need the roll of His bass
whispering the determination of my fate  

And while I listen
let me be a dragonfly
in my Freudian odyssey
Gliding as a predator o'er rivers and meadows
Let my flight be as my mind

Unbound

as I pursue this prey called life

because butterflies get eaten by dragonflies



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