Sometimes it seemed we could not be stopped; we were crazy feral children, our eyes ablaze with polymorphous lust.
Our intensity demanded eternity, an unending flow.
There was no turning back.
Reeling, dizzy with joy on the edge of a cliff, our lives so full of now, there was no tomorrow.
We flew burning through the night finding toys with which to create the wonders of our lives.
Bricolage symphonies, cacophonies, insanities.
Our madness was intentional, a godless rite to break down the walls and dams.
The moments of our lives seemed like forevers so full of this life they had become.
We lost ourselves in flows of desire, in wandering currents of sensation stronger than the channels that would keep them in constraints.
Our hearts pounded, we were wild-eyed with our energy, flaming tornadoes dancing zig-zag through heaving landscapes…
Smashing the walls…
Smashing the walls…
Smashing… smashing… smashing the walls…
But the walls still stand and I am tired…
Set me aflame once more.
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