the alchemy of i

and it was an addictive, nothing to wow about. the usual. silent passed from one passenger to another. they all smiled while passing. wow i thought with the newly arrived pastries baked right from the oven just nearby. how warm, cozy, almost like love when you take that first bite on chocolate dense, infiltrating thoughts, blending highs to higher, lows to the valley of death - i could ask for no more. wow each skin touching skin, like trust, though these days it is more like weather talk because the deeper layers has gone dark, like the cloud hiding the moon, the moon has already left though we know it not still believing in cloudless skies not looking with one eye yellowed. shaped from lavish squander, the soldiers all line up in a parade. lines not crossed. then the bank breaks and wild horses rise to heavens to make claims of injustice, who can blame them? you said to be misrepresented when the cords are tied around a neck, i said when cords tighten on me, they said the roots have gone inside the heart, behold hell looks to be heaven when pleasure is the next addiction. the heart said: i beat. from wine flowing from labels not yet made, already the substance is thicker than blood, clasp fast - to a promise of a unicorn whose magic has been taken from a goat grinning when a sheep is tossing inside her bowels, please help. but it is hard to refuse the goat. then chocolate passes as shit. stinky brown shit with no refunds on a purchase, bitter sweet - sweet filtered out. just bitter. bitter i, you, they. no refunds on a moon whose absence was never taken to be - just worshippers of the sun still saying her reflection warms hearts, and a sun whose roots are burned by false devout worshipping an idol called i not yet labeled.