To J.R.U.
California. Edge of tomorrow.
I will with your dreams interfere.
I will be your most deadly horror.
So distant. So near.
You will be longing to touch,
To kiss, to drag me to you.
You will be wanting so much,
But escaping, I’ll make you abused.
Then there will come another
And even more violent dream.
I will treat you just like a brother.
Oh, yes, do wake up with a scream.
Just to heavily fall again
Into the next nightmare:
The greatest cathedral by Christopher Wren
And I am marrying there
A man in his early fifties.
My dress is of Florentine green.
The air is slowly drifting.
Mendelson’s march.
But John, it’s just a bad dream.
California nightmare
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