Awash in a sea of haphazard realization
while ideals slowly write their personification
it seems the owners of this grassy beach
have walked their joyous enchantment of rampant oblivion
bled of brilliant dark cadbury locks
granted reasons why that can't contend with the ending
building bridges across the great plain
digging burrows under the canyons
evoking the misty sprite conundrums
of the glowworm
till pyre for cowards and rotting for men
contends with that we already deceive
for ending of new times and beginning of old
shine the milky rust of the pre-dawn sky
more than flowers once wilted
though fought still to bloom
gone in lasting depressions of salty rain
wrought bitter damp sunlight to Forrest wall
attached to the umbilical nature of dreams
