Sunday, July 24, 2016

Ecstasy


Swan, Ecstasy, winging through thick blue, of bluest sky, blue eyes coming for you. She don't mess around, Ecstasy, like an arrow she flies, her word is silence. Words would only confuse the essence. Her word explodes a million worlds at once, reality far beyond words. Ecstasy is dancing at a funeral, every minute of every hour, she's lost control, never needed. Fly, swan. Golden rain, perfection, ecstasy.

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