Signs serial
adrift in the air
immaterial
face up to the phosphor flare.
Ghost essence
fuels fire in the rig
incandescence
let's dance out the mystery jig.
Jig,
dance the dance of mystery light
dance the dance, jig,
dance the dance infernally bright.
Dark water
dark fire down below
...storm quarter
time to dance out the mystery - no!
The twelve will swing us to completeness
eight from the cradle to the grave
and all our future projection's
only second guessing seventh waves.....
A break in the connections
we thought were built to last
here's a change in the weather,
Tsunami time
the wave's already rolling in towards us from the past.
