Huperzine Dreams

Three-star hotels, enough is enough
Kicking someone that you're close with in an impulsive act of love
Toes in the deep end (by the pool)
Speaking in tongues
We pause the screen
God's face burned in the TV
What if everything's as perfect as we suspected it would be?
What if we dropped the catastrophic fatalist philosophies
And looked at what's around us
As lucid as our dreams?

Bidding farewell to the last thing that you know
When you lose everything, the whole world becomes your home
The heathen doomed welcome you to the fold
Trickling down God's porcelain throne
Getting the one-way ticket, itching to get on with it
In a pair of green shades, running every red light
Feeding the flame oxygen, feeling the room start spinning
Cutting all ties, saying goodbye