Spiral of the Sun...

Spiral of the Sun...

Barren is the undergrowth, some newly provisional placid form

Atop flesh, disguise in depth, a brand that is worn

Taken to an upheaval of levels, crawling out from beneath the Earth, from beneath the rock.

The spiralling of the sun's reaching rays, burning outer cores exposing a mundane hue of grey

Always in black or white
A tuft of toughness throughout the night
A blank A bullet, number one
A dream far going, reaching none

Ruminating pleasure underneath thoughts of flight
Flicker emotional enterouge, it begins, the honorary fight

Clambering for space, climbing for the sky
In the mind set mazes, in back corners fly, sky rockets, fireworks and comet blazes

Temporary blindness, loss of sight

Shivering, a plethora of sound waves deep
A moment of unification, a hazing-white, out of control navigational reap

A moment of movement fasting
To grab, grasp, hold, release
a point in time two, no one else can meet

Spin does the universe, falling from the stratosphere,
while quietly playing on a new found fear

The crackling sound slowly drowns away,
Songs in reserve no longer play
Thrashing tides from envelopment
Rest deep in its element

The spiralling of the sun's reaching rays, burning outer cores exposing a mundane hue of grey

Always in black or white
A tuft of toughness throughout the night
A blank A bullet, number one
A dream far going, reaching none