my tall dark and goggled descends from the cloud drifter
like Morpheus his dreams pour from the snozzle to fill the boiler of dreams
“arise” he cries “from your moriartious immobility”
“rise” he cries and stokes the furnaces
“rise… rise…”
“let the aether support you”
but I, corroded, falter
“arise and fly”
“the soul must soar”
“decorrode your thrunge plate”
chastened I seek the catalyst
my tall dark and goggled descends from the cloud drifter
to wrench me from my grave…
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