Like a boat, sailing out to sea. The cream sails breathing in the salty air that nourishes their thirst to thrive, the curved wooden planks of the hull showering in freedom, the welcoming rays of the sun, persuasive and restless. The immerging lust from element to element, both craving each other like an addiction, their fuel. The word spreads and the secret is out, their bonds and established connection publicly displayed, embarrassing the warmth but entwining the stars. They shine as to guide all to a distinct point, a destination to traffic need. It is a beautiful circus of flawless illegality, for under the sun’s disappearance, a common hand is extended.
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Iridescent Insanity
Hold me like the Universe has no control
Take me away from the masks
The Images invading the minds of
All the multitudes of innocence
Throw me from the sun until I hit snow
Iridescence
Now, splintered like the hands of a squirrel
That Fate is lost and you are found
You are my Universe
Behind the Mask
Invasion of Minds
The Multitudes
The Sun The Snow
Iridescent.