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Baby Your My Apocalyptic Dream

We may watch the world roll back,
before mystified eyes,

Maybe
even

Justified;

We may see a seemingly endless
rolling tide

profuse

like

sun

flashes infused

into perpetuations
of crashes

of

Self into self,

as surreal apocalypse
meets
real apocalypse

in technicolor terror,
breaking
blood shot

In the eyes
of terrified fucks
as they die,

Ignominious,
mostly
anonymous

And the treasures
of this world
become encased

In shadow
&

All

things become shadows.

Still:

You could never become shadows

You are far too

Bright

You are far too beautiful,

You are
the stillness of beauty

Still,

In a moment of forever
for me to feel

Forever

As my

all

Consolidates and evaporates
into the all
of it

All.