Last night I closed my eyes ,
and started running through the void,
Like a child in his nightmares,
Motivation without choice.
Far off in the distance I heard a teardrop fall,
And the drop turned into a tidal wave,
That knocked me to all fours.
I heard the faintest symphony,
Of a strange and twisted sadness,
Waves and waves belittled me,
Yet I pelted through the darkness,
Then my foot hit something solid,
And a lighthouse rose around me.
I climbed three flights of stairs,
Without a second thought of drowning.
I reached the top,
The door was locked,
And a stream from underneath.
I called out with a hollow voice,
'I've come to dry your eyes'
I didn't knock,
The door unlocked,
I struggled on my feet,
Behold the desire of all men,
The living Aphrodite.
My ankles doused in salt,
She was the only one inside,
The light no longer functional,
Water to her thighs.
She stood with stunning entitlement,
As though gold were made from sand.
I told her,
'Darling, please look at your heart, you could hardly need a man.'
And in retaliation,
She took the cancer from my mouth,
Replaced it with her nicotine lips,
And put the fire out.
Just then we fell back through the void,
To a far and foreign land,
There were women with no faces,
And men without their hands.
There were things to be tempted by,
Things to cause you harm,
And on the corner of every block,
A white man breeding farm.
We were overwhelmed by monotone grays,
And the silent sound of death.
The complete lack of oxygen,
Had infringed upon our breath.
We walked the length of Timbuktu,
searching for hope of colour.
A blackened shower began to pour,
and we tried to look for cover.
It was around then,
We found a pen,
Of pigs a bright lime green,
"Reach into your pocket, son"
To our surprise was their speech,
They sang a song,
Of love long gone,
And out loud she began to weep.
From my pocket, I drew a rose,
As pigs circled around my feet,
Horrifically the scene began to melt,
And the pork became one priest,
A man with hands, and a woman's face,
The hooves of pigs for feet.
He said, 'My world is full of love, look around you can't you see.
Everyone here loves their god,
everyone loves me.
But you, you come here with a goddess,
For she has a face of wonder,
Your love is not for the lord,
And for that you will suffer.'
I stood with shackles binding me,
The rose wilted in my hand,
I said, "Darling, please remember me, I'll find you when I can'.
And in retaliation,
She took the tar that lines my lungs,
And replaced it with an intimacy,
Long lost but yet begun,
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