A storm beyond what eyes can see but read my palm till the end.
Deafening smoldered persistence a rift never destined for mend.
A somber lament insignificance.

Lines traced in your eyes no repent.
Horizons of fire dance with gypsy intent.
Lustfully wisdom blankets our eyes.

Hypnotized by fires inside.
A Vessel unearthed and burning and learning to burn alive.
A sway of hand has taken our sight.

Tint of drum hint of light.