come into me, devour me until we are one again, sand, sea. I have known, know you still as a tyrant wind, I have seen you tear through the dead pine and summer fog to reach me.
I want to rest, to arrive among the lilies and sweet grass, fall into this woven fabric that is also sky and you. I have known how you enter me, Pangaea and Twilight the source of your manhood. Edges fall away in this world of trespassing and confession. Votive breath, peregrine flight. This physical world fades, is a map pinned to someone else's wall. A wish. Let them have it. We have gone, danced and loved down the marble corridors, this place, you, in dream and here, this, the 7th sky.
Pretty Thunder
Via 7 Skies
