Sueño de día (Daydreaming)
Long wandering reveries interrupt my psyche but a memory of twisted mumblings prevails to provide, at length, my decay in robes of displeasure and gold. Burning embers fly low yet cinders drop so brightly from ashen skies of fate like dew to grass on a cold wretch. Each package a mob of bombs awaiting exposure to the hell of savagery, but yet not as seemingly frozen in warmth as they appear to expand. Sweet yet false smiles are a hazard to the whales of a night horse, galloping its way through the gates of an elven warrior.
Forgiveness is the name of the game but what to forgive when to proceed with the gracious delicacies that spread through the outworld? White dots on a green carcass reveal their origins so hidden, so secret. Why for this? For this, the green is fading but the white shines through to clamour hope and prophetic glory in the arms of the beheld. Harmonies attract the cynical, monophonic for the gullible, and the rest are sent to a limbo of suicidal tendencies all wrought up in the eyes of a child, never sleeping, always seeing
My body quivers at length in view of your rugged defiance and arrogant laughter that runs rings around the gossamer of a pig's veil. Sense of fury awoken, I smile lowly at my avenging homicidal amplifications. Oh beware, but let YOUR senses fail to recognise my stealthy betrayal of societal conduct of what is good and legal. My nearest traitor cannot perceive that smirk dancing on the brink of my possession who is swimming in a reddened puddle of dripping daisies all dampened and soggy with celestial impurities
I am gone in a cloud of epicurean charm, bolted in a jot of haste and alacrity to unearth the wraithlike inclinations of a fooled sheep upon whose eyes have been forced sightless and empty to a globe of despondency. Emotive expression of sorrow, I can never subsist to vivacity in rouged wrists and yellowed fingernails to travel on the outspread wings of a pterodactyl of the Jurassic callings of a multitude. Leave be the precedent to give rise to the imminent prosperities of our optimism. Our optimism. Ours. Yours. Mine. Ours.
