Deep in your mind beams rapid sunshine

shining thru a window into a tiny room

upon walls of painted dreams and blues

Are dancing these little red piru's

who mimic each other in play

but plan each others' deaths and decay..

 And they slake their thirsts in rivers of not

and break themselves upon empty rock

then turn thier hungers on their own hearts 

Now see them all roam together in glee

three tiny images of thee

each with it's own separate agony

Each with their own separate entity 

Their collective dreams of opaque darkness

their words of everlasting lust

in their chests laughter is a must..

And daymares from sea to sea

from bloody visions of what may be.... 

                                                    Fourselves    March 2008   

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