Moon landing
Convoluted veins tripping on the vines
Bullets dripping creating massive tides
Concentrated hues spill out of the walls
Pouring colors mixed turning to water falls
Ceiling fans reaching from heaven to hell
Winds of tide, seas rough from the currents spell
Shifting floor boards spewing Wood chips
Black holes for windows, the night consumes as the sun dips
The moon dissolves against the glare of the stars.
Each rung In this steady climb sticks to skin until it scars
...or atleast I think it does, sorry
Sweat dripping tunnel vision tunneling catacombs
Engulfing walls along with the screws paint and all
Bed springs afloat a sea of confusion
On the look out for white whales and illusions
Psyched seagulls sing between the ceiling fans
Deep waters drying from the bed sheets Is the plan
As the galaxy blossomed so do the colors burst
A bean stock rising ever so high towards the universe
Shooting for the moon but I only caught a couple stars
A pit stop on my way to mars...
The longest midnight breaks for the sun as I squint
Deserts of pillows swallow my parched eyelids
As I reach for the stars with a moon lit back drop
Reality takes grasp...It’s going to be a long night
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