Crackening like the decadent dawn
exposing the wild naked bosom of flowering revolucion
Shedding it’s purposeful powerful blood
Unlocking the gates of the fervent corked garden
Farewell to discourse, complaisancy & loathing
Separation of church & state
Of eyes & reason
Mortals & immaculate soft skin-tone lords
Socrates & city nights
Attention soldiers of the exotic, the masked, the suicide
This is the time when minds should flourish
Let’s bury the laws
The borders
The boundaries
The flags
The looping nightmares
The depleting system
The social eclipse set in dark stone
unwilling to relinquish, casting a dark shadow
over the community of tribal subconscious
The stagnant pool, our wonderful King James Version
Let’s bury them all in soft dirt
as the sun jewel wilts like burnt skin falling to our forsaken earth
Wailing moon dogs are pouncing softly near the shore
racing to the roaring edge
Dancing the treacherous dance as the ballad,
the long intrepid ballad of triumph plays on
like the struggle for true emancipation
You can see the fireworks bursting, planting seeds into interrupted sky
rupturing like the bloodline of libertines
coursing within their crested breast & valiant veins
Solid enchantment rides the carousel of doubt
Mingles like the lamb & wolf
O the strangest kiss