Synthetic

I think

so

as I am

Then

These dreams convey property

Instant immaterial sounds breathing inside me

Love about cold information

The vicious pile of rusty clouds rain iron drops

I shut my eyes and see what I am

Constant limits of superficial ignored sensation

All is blue

And again I dive into factual reasons purity

Cushion heat

Fractured beat

Buildings on my streets

Freedom is to own and grown distant visions

Left alone

Learned to adore the stench of beauty tension feverous adoration nowhere

I left

Grieve the practice of morale as what for in then you are

lost

eternally

and grey eyes astound a picturesque identity

as I dream into darkness

these eyes are endless disguise

as pretty advice

I roam further not aware

of my foot set a stare

none of as such am I thus see me

no limits to the sky

no reasons questions why

priority indefinite

gaze into this mythic cloud

the outermost process proud

I set reality

Own formality

Dreams are lonely steams fury fallen into nothingness

The retainer laughs with an honest smile on his face

Fortune weighs mortal claims

Presumed fractious solitude

It is mine to be

As we are

When not together

Listen

There a voice in the skies

it prays innocence

do not leave me alone again

Then as pity plays another friend

a vision hollow prevails into an eye

why

and so what never

to assume

to presume

to prevent

to estimate

nothing is as all

when visions tall

creeks and mountains

it is where I am to be as you

it is how you know me

evident

in the light of eternity

I see now what I am

To stand for you

I dream now what you are

To see me

Blessed honesty of the insane

No words, no names

A mere inner flame tearing me apart

Ripping my eyes out

As they have seen too much

Embraced blind synthetic hide

into depictions of rare imagination

repaired cast out silent wind-making

there is none who knows the end

before

You stole my dreams