I've clench the final hand that'll expand my horizon to forever,
until the chagrin squalls quit squawking,
I won't come down from the cold deep ink well,
squalid temperament in their gawking,
I've covered up in a cape full of stars to hide from time,
tawdry drapes and summer slouching,
A mask of the moon swoons over me for protection,
vitriolic barrage of iron and coal blotching,
My heat is that eternal flame that'll re-ignite the ages,
supernova bursting into billions of blistering hues,
Mellifluous steps wept for the parts unknown,
I've got murder at the bottom of my shoe,
and the weight of time marks my back,
I can't sleep in a moribund bed,
instead I stay awake smiling.
