in my eyes lives the perfect world
with irridescent bubbles floating
past sliding, misting waterfalls
and skies the color of ripe plums
the clouds dance with each other
in slow motion
with whisping hands
and curling toes
that entwine together
as they play childish games
on top of my green peaked mountains
filled inside with chocolate
love
and underneath
the trees grow softly
in fairy tale darkness
with hidden alcoves
of the brightness and beauty
of soft rainbow-like colors
with greek temples
built long ago
still towering as beautifully
or even more so
as that perfect trickle of time
when those godlike humans built them
centaurs gallop through
the fantasia-like valleys
with tiny fairies
flitting through flowers
of pink and white and blue
and then
as the beauty looks and feels
as much as one mind can handle
as the sensual, orgasmic, unnerving
gorgeousness seems as if it is too much
the sun sets slowly
in every color imaginable
including the silver and gold
which is used to cover the water
it then slowly disappears
and the giants of the night come out
to protect the land
the land of my sliding immagination
where the irridescent bubbles
float softly past my cheeks
only to pop upon my eyelashes
in a perfect world
that lives
in my eyes
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