Spector, Sphere, haughty
Get togethers,
Passe receptors, holding twilight's canon to fraying
Possibility. Distant islands,
Dreams of dust, dirt and sand
Wind blown wandering,
Structures rotting in the sun,
Elusive direction,
Shapeless forms,
Dead ancestors,
Monsters hidden within the well.
Form, Formation, I draw
Nothing in the sand of time.
Only dead dreams, bad blood,
And family ties, broken
On the dark wheel
Of yesterday.