Seated here on my dusty distant thoughtful milkyway,
your face evokes dazzling shredded past yawns.
Stretching here in the lazy unconcerned twilight of forgotten lore,
I conjure up the quivering-quavering lights of our shadowy past.
In far-away peace I betake the wine of erupted mental fires,
seated as I am on my dusty distant universal shore.
My drunken Lambic consciousness weaves its hermetic path
along the time-worn fathomlessness of each everlasting moment.
I send rainbow messengers in search of your soul.
Here, from my multi-coloured milky way bench,
Here from my dusty ethereal bench of nothingness,
I embrace your multicolored beginnings and endings.
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