The War Against Reality

In Your Dreams You Are A God

Give me the dark, warm and buttery thick

Give me whiskey in a glass, big chunks of ice

Give me a snare and kick drum, and two sticks to fuse the gaps

Give me palm trees at dusk, and a place from which to hear them

Give me bloody death by arrows and knives and dogs gnashing teeth

Give me Lou Reed’s guitar solo in What Goes On for eternity

Give me that feel, fingers through hair, breath on my neck, sun on my back

Give me the sea and her smell, and skin taut from salt and wind

Give me permanence and control and the eye of the storm

Give me the summer sun, the winter moon, the lion and the snake

Give me room for I am a continent, massive as the oceans

Give me belly laughs as my navel is a tectonic plate

Give me solace as Godzilla is my sweet redheaded stepchild who eats Chinas at Teatime and farts earthquakes

Give me my arteries, worm holes to the Beginning of Time, through which flow T-Rex-sized hemoglobin to my heart, the mother of all blackholes, which gave birth to the Dark.

Give me love, but as a piece of art, behind glass, safe for posterity

Give me no thing more, cause I’m empty save for the light and the dark

Give me peace, for I am the War Against Reality.

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