High Five Ghost - Party Cannon

Grrrr!

Flailing hopelessly in an aimless charge

Cruising gracefully in a barren haze

Captured disfigurement spy

Ill-fated seismic corporation

Rising to an anthem of an anthill like never before

Second impact immanent, deterrent of devout force

Rifts from waste to waste.

Food for thought, they carry through the fractures

I wish we could’ve been real.

Just a matter of dreams and perceptions

Rising times

Spinning conceit of unremarkable size

Turning back

Followed through the gaping mass

Amalgamated

From

A dept never once explored

Sub-ether

Unclad warp

Bursts from stasis

Cuttin' it up, make shift empty cargo

Untranced cages;

bio-arms embargo

Unbound, he jumps like a tic

Flickers out of sight and mind

Inside the shrine

Inside this mess of existence

Whispering

Tapestry, prophecy, come with me

Inside the womb

Inside this die-cast monster