Between the epic center of nothing and absence,

my chrome nest of bubbles scatter the plight.

Dragonfly wings shatter at the mirrors expense,

buttons fly after scales molting in the blue midnight.


Under the bed a dragon is still alive from the ashes,

drinking the strawberry acid juice and salivating on the pain.

Panther like cats stare through the gold eyelashes,

their eyes dilate together as their lungs breathe the rain.


Your wonder is way more than impressive than death,

knowing you my greatest privilege in an accelerated rate.

There is no remedy against the ending of my breath,

tonight let us rejoice in a way that makes you vibrate.


Transmogrified from a comment by Marzia Puzkin