Sweet daydream,
I will plummet into your sacred bed of fairy tales.
So I may flush the consciousness of beating hearts,
the pulses all around me, so haunting..
Do press them behind my sky.
Only one I shall pluck to dream of
And that one purges the muddled confessions
from all I ever winced for.
And erupting will be the contracting swarm
of mockingbirds flittering neath my chest.
For, daydream, what euphoria are you,
to have my heart by you kissed.
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