Wear down the edge of time
Heave a stick in with the fire
Aging but still ripe
The sky is a lumbering bear

Triangular lights flow through indigo
Heeding the cosmic sound of frozen pasts
Instantly dazed in a slop of dogged conch shells
Night turns into rows of bacchic freight trains
Greyhounds melt into a rage of speckled sorcery
Seizing the fate of a mindless wizard

Stymied by light at the of a long dark tunnel
Easily forced back into he void
Entered into the fellowship of nihility
Molecules take holed of the useless body