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Whalebellyvisions
It was summer when they broke down the door to the rooftop.
Wishes were being born in the city below.
Wishes for more.
In a game of gazes he reveals his intent.
She smiles.
Takes her heart and presses forward further than ever.
Seven seconds and her smile falters.
Suck it.
Fourteen seconds and her lips split.
Get ripped apart.
Make way for ***. *** for life.
It is a march.
A fanatic rythm made of curves pores cracks holes
covered in cloth, ripping it off
doesn't hear anything but moaning and pounding
insane moaning and ponding of a thousand bloodthirsty hearts
That is beating him. That is pushing him.
That he is calling love, after all.
Bolts over the asphalt with melting wings
burning down the night.
Thrown into the world to burn for all the mad ones
for all the tempest-tossed in the neon streets
mad for cotton candy, mad for fire-water mad for a crystal empire
And if he could be anywhere in the world right now
hunger, longing, if he had something he was addictively drawn to
then it would be his birth.
Yet no one can be addicted to their own birth.
Gets caught in a carrousel of colliding and repelling bodies.
Presses.
Pushes.
The end comes as a festival of eyes and looks, kisses and bites.
If he would fall right now, he would fall forward and the whole world with him.
For over heaps of corpses he shall crawl to be heard once again.
I have a dream
of a new word that will make your hearts beat again.
witness my coming
I am the *** in the eye of the hurricane
I am the storming of the Bastille
Then - silence.
Utter roaring silence.
In a dream his life appears.
It finds him in the belly of a whale.
Looked through the whale's eye.
Saw the time pass. Saw the ocean. Saw the history of every move unfold
and sang attuned to the melody of eternity.
Saw the lit stars which, now that I did not have to hold them anymore,
crashed onto the rooftops of the world.
And I finally realized:
In the inferno they left the traces that I wanted to be found on�