The sun rises in humid turmoil, and clouds grow dry and gray, and a little postcard from who knows where says “you wish you were there…”

I’ve been missing you like the desert does the rain, my heart is rupturing, my love apart,

Dear damned cupid’s arrows knocked me out like poison darts,

So the times are changing and my hormones raging, I walk now like a rock star on cocaine and fame, I talk now like Rudolph the gayest reindeer of them all,

My deepest fear will soon reappear, in the pantheon where I wriggle with deities and angels, the clouds speak their own language for me to interpret, and it’s telling me to save my love,

I’m crying under the merciful cross, where frightening birds with absurd faces greet me with wild flowers and discolored fruits,

These are angels from an enigmatic hell I can only imagine my lost love waits in,

Just one twist of the sweet vivid crop’s poison and I’ll recall the feel of his skin against mine,

And I’m lost deep inside endless white craters, and I’m now going blind,

Holding onto the flimsy traces of heat, wishing you were there with me,

Heaven on Earth, Hell on the moon, the great white wholly moon, and the big blue holly Earth.

The great iridescent shuttle it brings me to the castle in the sky,

I don’t want to die,

I don’t want to live without flowers,

I don’t want to be without you in the Gorgeous Scarleticia,

The angels were so sweet when until they grew horns and dismantled my body and fed the Redolent Rose of Reason, A flower that will not grow alone.