what strange secret shattered and charged

a mighty foe with the wings on a blast

but bituminous the glow and from hell

dangerous to think things ringing in your ears

slip into a still watch it slip through

your fingers like sand through a sieve.



under-swept and as said so differencing from distance softer than you could sea

the skies

                watching the clo(u)ds collide.

couldn't pull back an escapist so fled the paint into a sick barrel of venom.



                               dis

                                app

                       ­            ear



listen to the end

quiet and seek through thunder

clouding your minds scrambled thick and ****** slick.



                this is not about them the things are as he said.