Waking moment

The lily doesn't know which way to follow
and lets the river walk
kissing the ocean's crystal electric candy

And while demons sit in her pupils looking out for orders
A wolf sits on the edge of freedom waiting for Ragnarok
Sprites run through the forest echoing out giggles
And the vine slowly stretches out
snatching back one
squeezing tight on its laughter
Slithering vines into her clit
Sniping her to yelp a scream of extacy-pain surrealism
A song that breaks barriers
In gradual slits
starting Ragnarok one weak earlier

Surlier myths
upON
showing her shed purple tears

Ahundred times darker than black is her purple

So black
vacuuming the universe
Transcending time-space and vacuuming souls

So black
Giants clash with the wolves
While the moon weeps over war that wages
Sure to hold its tears a few inches above skid row
So neon signs can vandalize poetry pages

So black
Fueling the withered trunk-tree to touch the clouds
Inspite of effervesces
Rolling in shades of genius
Til swallows edge Jehovah's brow

So black
The vine's grip tightens
til the sprites skin bleeds
Til she implodes into a black hole
Echoing out seeds

So black
While the gold vines drink her blood
And the fairies save her legs
The tree's fed to touch heaven
And the sprite can run through the forest

Once again
Alive
But dead