Ancient futuristic sandwich
Web-like thoughts of ill construction
Revealing laces, traipsing raven
You and I are bound by spirit
Interested in logic counters
Backing up and starting over
Burning brightly, blazing ground
Political and worm-filled patience
Gravely spoken new found language
One that I’d not seen a while
Is tinder for the burning pile
Empty ages, darned with roses
Witchery in all the poses
You back up and I start over
The last leg empty in my brain
Ancient futuristic madness
Thoughts are dull and made of ashes
Intuition, long and falling
Feeling all the witchcraft pending
Standing in a new conception
Stranded in a view contraption
Me with all my might is loving
All that you can prove as true