You need to leave him,
With the sun coming up
And shooting through the
Sodden fields
As if an angelic sorority
Crossing the interstate;
You need to lay off the
Uneasy masks of
Disney World,
And take a seat at my
Plate,
Into the amusements of
Empty cathedrals
Filled with the starvations
Of your eyes
Or the dreams of your fort
In the coquina esplanades
I have dredged for you
Stolen from and no longer of
Mermaids
And the temptations of amphibian
Habitats;
I will cross myself with the
Most majestic of harts,
And come to you like stolen
Royalty,
And take you to the midways
Of evaporating amusement,
Where only you and I
Can play.
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