Leave your ghosts behind
(it's time)

If you had to
remember that I loved you once
further than the sun
splattering passions and hemoglobin from
impressionist garden


This whole place is a holy
mirage risen from cosmic hearts
by our decorated skulls in this

Sacred burn, (again into a desert bird carrying us)
until the enlightned futures once
forgotten so long ago
speaking a language that no longer exists

staring into your eyes
ride this skeletal machine
fuelled only with death dreams