Sybiotism For Sleepwalkers

Symbiotic relationship:
Purple ships with little black bells that sound like morning.
Tradition and myth:
Tigers, brontosauruses, pigs and neon coloured birds.
The wolf ecstatic, punctual like rain;
Migratory guess-what-mind-o-phobia.
Purple. It's out there.
Mindless.
Worked them all into the ground.
The waves turned them into the sands.
Waving, pulling them under the water
Diving wet eyes see past the shadow storm incarnate
Beams--they intersect with our hording of life.
I picked yer pocket maybe once or twice.
You should have been paying closer attention.
Fragrant mynosorgic paraphones pretend to be the answer.
I'd disagree but that don't mean anything.
Perhaps it should(n't)?
Lilacs.
Gold porcupines.
Glue and nylon.
I wish I was to be unafraid of.
The market doors are open as the climb of the sun and the corporate ladder invoke another day.
Pestered.
Microcosms of peace from within and peace from without.
Taking leave from the senses and just letting go to a place far away
where star-berries twinkle and no roads go there.
I ate your face by accident...
Apologies.
Oh geez.
Pelted paradigm shifts at unsuspecting disbelievers.
Tripe.
I wipe my ass with it.
Shitty.
You are the first person to read this.
Perspective, perceptive sprinkles and thyme rot on the window sill.
I should've known...