Another Lost Dream

 

 Could it supersede another circuit gone much easier

evade another lashing bite from the electrostatic amperage 

exploding from the whiptail snapback lashing from the advantage

of the enemy encroaching on a death dance to the end with the rhythm

in the extra section starting to pretend its set the beat into motion 

of a night that never ends well after another dawning brings relief 

in the curving wave's edges sinking into foaming sand greedily

lapped up by the darkened tongue of time flashing in the light 

at the bottom of the well before settling in the petrified throat.

A thrillion pounding mallets on a cushion of particles softens 

And shapes the exterior of the falling meteorite having flashed

it's mirror coda reflex once into the monocle of a story teller's eye

to be winked and absorbed by the knowledge of the time 

tworqued into its knobular shape by forces coinciding 

Retwixed and trained into a helical braid notwithstanding 

Reflecting the integral hexagrammatic equation at the foundation 

of the ever developing long fall into fruition after we play our part 

we all collapse into the compost heap of dream history the past that never was.