Its 7 and it feels like 2

Its 7 and it feels like 2

am and its time for another midnight hallusination. its still dark outside, its almost as dark as it will get, two more days to winter day the witches will be dancing naked in the snow again and we will be hiding in the fire pits I will be sitting on the branches of the tree of knowledge and eternal erection - oximoron i know yet, somehow it works out at the end the wild boars are selebrating too, it is the day the mountain lions sleep, it is the night of the root eaters, a good night to hunt, but my place it is on the tree The wolves alone amonts the predators will be running tonight,they fast, they dont bother us this one longs to run with them, this one sits on the tree playing the flute you can come sit with me if you want, or dance with your sisters, all witches are in the maddow of madness join them whore lover lustfull spirit mother wife sister seduction, adiction the light is up, the spell is broken, and the vision is shattered good morning spirits ש.
 
I made a torch

bright as the stars and hot as the south pole air To sever my chains and burn my bridges I stood at the top of my wall and leaped out, up away beound I embraced the earth rushing towards me and laughyed as it crashed my bones and smashed my skin I crawled out of my grave clawed the fragments of my soul back into my sinched flesh, and formed the phoenix once more and now I want to bond you to me, to hold you close but you are not made for chains and bars fly and come back if you wish I climb my high mountains alone, ride across the steepes and prairies, and sail across the deserts and wait for you to come back
 
6 in the morning again

and i am here with you looking through the viewing glass at a turned world where left is the past and right is joy and there is no corelation to follow out so we ran through the woods and we huged and we drank and i kissed you goodnight and left and you? you sat there and smiled
 
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