intrepiddestroyers

THINGS ONLY LIVE ON THE BASIS OF THEIR DISAPPEARANCE

welcome to the psychedelic wonderland
to the celebration of heathen holidays
in overzealous times
and the impermanence of living a clandestine poetry
as we circle around the fire
sending delayed feedback loops to the stars
alongside mermaids and werewolves
with whiskey-glazed lips and wild grins
stars and swords in snails are invoked
to aid in rituals of lo-fi black magic
for the bittersweet promise of a new year
filled with nights passing like dreams