Creative cacophony

A dream dealing

In shamed fragile souls

Frightening the imaginary

Taming of the crude side

Of the revelation

That is our destiny

Gravity drags down

The flying spirit

Of the lonely planet

Drowning its surface

In hot black tar

The road that leads

To nowhere else

Than the solitary place

Where our minds dwell

And where the water

Springs ever hopeful

And ripples resonate forth

From a perspectiveless

Formless emptiness.