Reply To Dream Of Consciousness

And the night going back,
And two rats are in a hole,
And our bruises are becoming,
Though we never fought.

And I was your silver lining,
As the story goes,
I was, but now I'm gone.

I was your silver lining,
High upon my toes,
But you were running through fields of hitchhikers,
As the story goes.

And the grass blades were a-ticking,
And the sunset was on a rise,
I never felt so wicked,
As I willed our love to die.

-Lover of Christ.