So real.

I've constructed a galaxy for you.
It exists in an astral plane, far from the prying eyes of familiar strangers.

Lover, you should've come over.

Bodhisattva's for our sanity.

Metaphorically speaking:

Psalm's like featherbeds
Plump blue bodies
Bruised vermillion
Blotting out the sun.
I expand and stretch, bend and skew.

The fiery Deva of ignorance.
Evaporate the holy waters of my sanity. My intellect.
Intellect cannot swim.

Holy waters.
Intellect cannot swim.

The sun, Savitā, Tonatiuh, Sól, Sūrya, Ra or Re
Cannot swim. The sun will be swallowed by the water.

So cancel the Apocalypse.
Metaphorically speaking, cancel the Apocalypse. Metaphorically speaking.