An intro
Of instrumental
Snow—
Captures
This Void,
And it’s not
Winter
Anymore.

Tracing
This triangle,
Temporarily
Drawn in.

The pavement
Expanded
To the Milky Way,
And I escaped
The presence,
Inside.

Warmth
Of fire
Over cold
Steel,
Unveiling
Someone’s
View,
Still.

Sparks
Flew over
Desert Dust,
A phantom
In this present time.

Saguaros
Lined Hills
At Dusk.

Manifesting,
Stolen hearts
Stealing others’.

Otherworldly,
As if
To discern
No difference
Between
This life
And the last.