all the many ways i disintergrate

i dreamt last night of a dark dolphin coming from the water to kiss my cheek in the sky.

i heard someone say something so beautiful, even leonard cohen would have stepped back.

and i have heard about this ability in me to inspire love. Love?
when the next words that hang me, something about acoutrements and distortions of a deviluar kind, and i come to find before me a long stretched out desert, tired and thirsty for this one, this phoenix (right) who can inspire so much love,

and yet,

you all run in the end.

and i return to eleven
the hemits eyes see whats down in my soul as he hands my my own grey reaper and utterly i am

.a.l.o.n.e.