WHEN SONGS ARE GONE AND THE WORLD IS NEXT

the last peach will taste like a castrati dipped in honey and sunstrokes
and the impossible will singe the wings of ambition and record no love suspended in real Life.
dreams will adorn the vasty halls of oblivion  and something
will close the door behind Us. to open a new hope-
when songs are gone and the world is next.
born in the murk of everlasting desire
like gingermint butterflies
sipping on a theme.