Shriek of a Servant

We are tiny speckles of golden dust,

Enunciating, dissipating,

Soaked in sync,

Mocking tangerine dream.

We hell-bent and run,

Like an unwanted shadow,

And yes we strived, we thrived!

Elegant blossoms on a desert glow.

Can we climb? Let us!

Let us climb through space,

Ride the solar wave!

Let us kiss! The hookah's hiss!

Let us kiss the parhelion siren!

You King Jocular tyrant.

He opens our door,

And he fucks our whore!

With his calumnious skins,

His pretentious roar.

As he grins to a mirror,

The way he decieved us all.