looking for trace of lemon
slipping the black light over the edges
counting codes upon my inkstained fingers
crossing these cloudy clues off my list
and there must be a conspiracy
some covert covenant amongst secret saints
who know each other by their hidden halos
and I cannot get the light to bend
Once I dreamed my way
I woke on the doorstep with the words
ringing through my slender veins
Enter Friend and Rest
for you have found Utopia
Now i slide between dreams and dust
searching the antique rolls for some silenced path
some stairway or corridor
searching for the shine of a halo
I'm just here for a moment.
Tomorrow I will find Utopia.
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