I'm on drugs again. Totally legal, totally prescribed, and totally messing with my dreams...
Why do you turn away from me?
I see you there.
You cannot hide.
Ten thousand guests all look away when I pass
As thought they feared something mighty in this great
Islamic, English cathedral
Underground
yet resplendent in iridescent Tiffany glass
Where does the sunlight come from?
This place must radiate from even the blackest corners
Though
there seem to be none
And still the bodies turn away.
Like the whisper of falling leaves they rustle and become
still again
What am I
that they are afraid?
When the grandest green velvet staircase turns before you,
turn away.
It must remind you of another terrifying dream.
And though
it might be freedom, it would come at the price of passing more
I want to see their faces; they must be beautiful.
Only the truly beautiful would be so shy.
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