Nebula Hacienda (Alt/Cut)

Hard desert against an ocean dried by age
Salt sizzles by your heat
A little red; much lavender; deep yellow tickles
Passionflower dances ‘fore my eyes
In your beige fractals I bathe
Eventual rain after eons
Torrents—they cry, they cry—stirs
Exhausts ecstatic electricity
Extreme elevation of elation—explosion—exit
Descent—darkness dawn
Souvenir—scraped, scrounged
I lay still on a grassly bed of you
Red wine veins, morning shines—Shaman
New fire light conjures frenzied tongues
Chanting ecstatic lores toward Devil’s tower
Into first emotions where I am
Frozen thousands of years—enough time to
Dream of things beyond my sky
Blankets of mist—pillows of cloud
Radioactive lullabies on steampunk electronics
Raging musings of an underpaid adroit pianist
Burst into undiscovered colours
Time and light bends you
Into spaces beyond human comprehension
I’ll see you after seventeen millions—I will
When the colour of space broke into
Greek carvings—foreign hands guide
I saw you in them, you were worshipped
I see you now, I worship you now
You are—as you were—always been
Flowers after a prayed pour
Against plains under rusty times
When and where you were mine, oh mine
Nebula Hacienda.


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