like the yester-days-morrow,
kiss and kick me into the shapes of a man,
so i can love you my dearest song.
Build me for the wars to come
sing me for times to go
Charging over unsated dandelion fields.
I will love you,
My Sacred Goddess,
my forever moon and the tide who comes.
This place is so built of key strokes
and C litter clatter I can no more find the paths that Ive lost
And So no more can I be near you.
and time will come and pass as it goes
we will age and tell war story's of our forgotten woes
I will say one day i till take up again
the treasure fof my heart, the sword who slew them
all the things you were
And the things you dreamed,
The beatnik butter cups
And the dandelion savages
The raving bluebells
And the troll sunflowers
The wild tiger lilies
All come and gone before through you.
Lay down then at this Shrine Goddess and Song,
There is not end.
There is no other world
There is no heavens
There Is no choice….
I can not, not chose to not be Wrong.
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