dreams infinitus



In the event
Of my demise
He spoke in honey sweet tones
I bequeath the simplicity of something
I lost a long time ago
Hope,
Dreams escaped me,
My vision was oily,
Tainted by the sweet
Lull of fear
An alcoholic tender into
Oblivion,
To you my son
I bequeath la paradiso
I squirmed my brow in confusion
Watching as he allowed the pink and yellow kite
To ease it's way towards the sun
"To you my son, I leave the infinity
Of my dreams,"

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