Death Of Optimus Prime
Valve State Dreams, 2002
SPRING
SUMMER
AUTUMN
WINTER
And into the middle of the night only to find yourself sinking deeper into your bed,
Of valve state dreams when the blue resin is stuck to your eyelids,
Of a Sheeva that will destroy,
And an Angel that will take you home with a person that you don't know,
That lives in a place where you can hide from the birds in the chapel,
On the silver beach where a little boy that you thought you once knew,
Holding together your atoms,
While sonic waves pull skin so softly near the moon in my red spaceship,
When you invert your dreams I still think about the beginning.
But I fear,
We are too close to the end,
We
Are
Too
Close
To
The End.
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