Dystopian Junk Mail

I Challenge Him

I challenge him

You've come passing out of marble walls, to rest by the fountain. We drink together, pretending it is wine. I know the moon that sits in your eyes and it's whole galaxy too bright for showing soul images. It's a film screen to live life by. The telephone call from the ethereal. I have to remember you are just flesh and bone, not gold and marble. You are energy within a bone cage though. You've not been let out for a while. Come on. Jump free. I will let your wolves out. Free. Come on. Drop the seriousness for a bit. Life is too short to be human all the time. Radiate your inner wildness. It's still there. It's our genetic memory. Bohemian yourself. I know it's in you.

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