Lines leap unbroken 

a latent trace of bedlam

time warps and contracts

he leaves not a trace


Toes turn right angles

180s and circles

VIP whirlpools

urged on to the end


Where are we going?

This runaway train

armed with cataclysmic brakes

this belt isn’t safe


What rising star

to stand on our shoulders?

Vindicate these boulders

prescribing our place?


On a funeral pyre

I release thee

flesh and fire synergy splits the sky

Sweep the veil from your eyes 

and I’m lifting

And go to the mourning fields