gored by the bull
and my dystopian rhetoric
doesn't have much taste
it don't feel like sugar
owner of the lonely heart
is a lonely hunter
and this new found glory
like lavender eye shadow
surrounding the soul
son of man thou art god
magnetically attracting alone
the high priestess
in the temple of love
godlike allegories replaced
by the myths of understanding
finding ways to fare forward
the beginning is the ending
is the beginning and so on
green eyes are eternal
loving memories are illegible
