Nights of perpetual consequential summer,
dumbfounded by poem after poem
for an icon who thrives on the meaningless of reality.
Hear my whispering venture?
to wrap my arms around my green light,
the swig of orgasmis nauseating vodka.

My Bhudda, fed me calming shards
from the luminescence you shattered.

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