You drove a nightmare straight into my dream. You took the pretty things and left me to crucify my being. I collided with my sun and moon till God spat me out. I rolled from His heart, out of His mouth, landing in the morgue of the wicked, where even the demons demand fair pay and picket. I am no longer she or he, or it. The ultimate treasure here is Gallo’s great scope, look far upon the waste and look for hope. People in towers of power are putting flowers on the windowsills. You can look for so long that you swear you remember how little it takes to laugh at the kings of wavering wills. A feather dropping from the sky, a weapon learns to cry, a lover saying goodbye. So goddamn the dream you bent out of line and the hysteria. I’ll find Aladdin’s rug and fly toward doomsday like it needs a hug. You won this lifetime you got my sanity. I’ll reappear someday with nothing to fear. Masters make rules for wise men and fools. Cowards dodge the bull and submit to classes that rule. See you in the pipeline with your Goliath. I got David on payroll, and your soul dancing naked on a pole.