2/27/07
Insatiable darkness is bordered and marked by burning reds.
[Turn your collar to the wind, it isn't hard to see this is the end]
Swirling billows of silver smoke decay in the sharp winter air.
[We've all seen it coming, but untill now, no one seemed to care]
An endothermic conflagration: spires of flames emit snow.
[The precipitants of the tempest, science has yet to show]
Void of remaining fodder, the blaze carries on at full force.
[In the dim flicker of candle light, fiction and reality divorce]
Slowly over the stirring waters we float to our uncharted bourn.
[We're sailors sailing straight into a red skied morn]
Make no motion to hoist the ketch, yawl, or mizen.
[Look out your window, dear, Hell's on the horizon...]
[Turn your collar to the wind, it isn't hard to see this is the end]
Swirling billows of silver smoke decay in the sharp winter air.
[We've all seen it coming, but untill now, no one seemed to care]
An endothermic conflagration: spires of flames emit snow.
[The precipitants of the tempest, science has yet to show]
Void of remaining fodder, the blaze carries on at full force.
[In the dim flicker of candle light, fiction and reality divorce]
Slowly over the stirring waters we float to our uncharted bourn.
[We're sailors sailing straight into a red skied morn]
Make no motion to hoist the ketch, yawl, or mizen.
[Look out your window, dear, Hell's on the horizon...]