Pulled like spars into an intangible bed
Faded into a motionlessback ground deprived of the sorrows of life
I fell down into the untouchable shallows of an empty camera
Only to float back up into you
Inside of dreams a swollen reptile waits to pluck
You from yourself
He has no eyes but smells you tainting
Up the aisles in your insidious sheath
You are nothing but
Falling
Ashes in an abandoned
Fire
You are everything
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