Met I the spirit in a waking dream
Which lasted several lifetimes.
The days afterwards were hollow,
Filled with prits and prots and jots.
Loved I the spirit in a mash up of eras
Darker some than others, like licorice.
Gold rained and water shimmered
Beneath this spirit and the acolyte I.
Lost, I lost this spirit, fallow hope spasm.
Emerging from the ether world back
To dry blood-stained parking lot of
Nondescript convenience store odors.
Heart tattoos vending machine playing
Journey & 2Chainz, wedded alternately.
Night people, drawn by red smells,
Consider me, then snarl and laugh.
Can I Dream the spirit dream again before
I fade into a dim lit waiting room's tapestry?