Outside the Webs of Reality
outside the webs of reality
in mind, we weave
interdimensional idiosyncrasies
illusions of grandeur
held taught
freshly filtered
in a clear blue sky
I drown in your ointment
pressed upon my forehead
of knowledge
bathing naked
a scented candle of lust
edging past the boundaries
into your labyrinth
carrying paradise
becoming free inside the breeze
a ballet of more than just a mirror
we disappear into one another
green meets blue
refreshed and anew
palms bow
I pin you to the wall
in adulation
the cross about to fall
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