fragments of unsculpted dreams fell once again to the asphalt
  in drops of stolen granite
  pieces of highlight marble
  unformed chunks of clay wet with tears

and the screams i heard
  like the final screams of the last endangered species
scared me more when i found they came from me
and wouldn't end

and then
  digging my nails into the flesh of my palms
  closing my eyes from the grey world around
  and softly wishing for an oblivion that never comes
and still in the haze of madness screams
i leapt down from my pedestal of weathered bronze
  and ran down the streets of time

  it was cold
but the pain was at least a feeling
  almost an emotion

the monuments to man had crumbled silent to the world
  epochal decay unnoticed
and i don't know if i ever stopped screaming
or if the sounds just washed away
  in the flood of metal on metal noise that just seemed to appear
but i tasted the slightly chalky taste
  of tears
  or drizzle
  or blood that wouldn't fall

it was a lost city i was in
  or a lost world
  or maybe they just lost me

eventually i stopped my flight somewhere near the end of time
and i stopped for some time
  to inspect a torn rag doll in the gutter
  whom no one came by to claim

he had fire for hair
  gasoline soaked newspapers for clothes
  tiny chains that held his hands
and two little coal eyes that stared up at infinity with love
and in those eyes i was infinite
  and the land around me fell level and cracked
  the sky burst in flames and dripped around me
while strange monsters formed in ranks out on the horizon
and dark phantoms chased the winds to find their ways

but in his eyes i was infinite
and he stared up at infinity with love

and i heard voices of gods and they were hollow
  great chasms formed around me
  as huge mesas thrust up out the desert
in time the dimensions of deities opened before me
and they were dark

then i stood up in the mutant radiation glow of dawn
  and walked back up the ruined street of time
  holding tight my rag doll love
and in some strange metempsychosis
i came upon the bronze which i had left

with my free hand i brushed away the dust
upon a plaque of rotting wood which read:

  girl in granite weeping

in exquisite carved letters
and beneath
  in hastily scrawled lines too thin almost to read
  was a heart that spoke:

d + m 4ever

and i stepped upon the altar
and stared into my rag doll's eyes

and in his eyes i was infinite
and he stared up at infinity with love

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galathaea: prankster, fablist, magician, liar