Oneirism schisms:
You walk in beauty, where shadows lie, where dreams come to rest once they die, where sunsets go backwards on a placid beach, the ocean picked at the seam, stich by stich.
Still constant is the ticking of a clock which will not stop, incessant stammer of the metronome of thought, reaped, still ripe, like crops, piling high up top and set alight into an incandescent blaze, smoking out incense, nonsense, coating the mind in a cancerous haze.
Beneath your feet you crush the glass-shard sand in which you stand as I cough up from the fumes, spewing up my doom onto waters which writhe in opaque hues, black and blue, but there’s no such thing as blue. Thus I hurl myself onto you.
You're monolithic, you're miniscule, you're weakness, you're might, you're marble, you're crystal, you're flesh, an otherwordly sight, reflecting refracted light from ghastly stars in the sky, and in the blink of an eye, another day flashes by as I lay sideways grasping your thigh.
Looking up again, up into your jaded eyes, why worry about the ending when it's just begun? One thread is cut, another is spun, another trip around the sun, twice repeated, now a third, fuck you, I'm not done.
And as everything falls down, dilapidated, time dilated, stretched out, served and plated, the sand crumbling below, sliding into the parting tide, like Moses, I'll strike the rock 'til a river flows, I have nothing to hide.
In this oneiric land in which you wander as it is torn asunder, ripped apart, where reality borders nothing and nothing leaves no mark, I'll follow you, until I break my bones or break my heart.
Little something I wrote on a late night while still very loopy from sleep deprivation, hope it's enjoyable! Still new to Tumblr so taking any recommendations.