Icy tears melt my plastic flesh.

Angry lava burns the core of my magnetic soul.

Feverish clouds surrender to the loving sunset

And wash away into the crystal ocean.

Fires continue to scream inside fierce jungles.

Weeping willows cascade over secret entrances

Leading into this hallow brigade.

Peering out into the distance is the sacred scroll

That speaks to the Lord’s decree.

“Listen to me, Almighty One.

I wish to set these showering vessels aside,

And allow restless wishes to take shape.

I mold each one carefully into

Glass hearts of humanly bliss.

For this is my eclectic dream.

Mighty waters cleanse electric souls with heated pools.

Melting away are seedless burdens that no longer

Tug at my heartstrings.

Laughing flowers awaken from childhood

And deliver mystic minds.”