Saturday, March 6, 2010

turn the dial

I ride a web-winged dragon to the
high mountain perch from which you reign
And on clear moonlit nights we tryst by the crystal lake.

Turn the dial

I am the owner of inn to which
Your father brings you the night you are
To become a man, before you ride off to the hunt

Turn the dial

We've always been sitting here
Meditating on this electricity,
Humming the sacred chord and chained with kinetic joy

In  a thousand universes we have exploded together
Like supernova suns, found each other like
Guided missiles.

Has fate ever saved us
A happy ending? 

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