My Climax.
I'm going to miss you
when this web of technicolor vibrations
crumbles to a feeble hush
and our hearts lose steam
under the dark pressures
We'll let go in the wind's eye
and see our ways to the edge of the galaxy
Mine on one side, your face always blackness
I'm going to miss you
Though these trances last longer every time
I pass happiness down my esophagus
or in a green vapor
Though these songs have the magic sprinkles
to sing more graphically every time I search for
right words,
I'm going to miss you in the aftermath
of this elliptical-passion-starstream highway
and my tears will pour in the souls
of every video tape you've seen.
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