sackdream

Sack, Ra meant,
gold hair punishing
and loving people.

He said, boomed,
TAKE MY RAYS
take them inside
of you, with you.

Slip out of
the night, he’ll
massacre the race
and save the other.

Dream hollow,
the inside brain
drips to the center,
worshipping sleep.

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