A starless night. Older than death. The sand dunes of life. Hold their breath. My eyes are closed. Dreaming for you. The holy wars. Time will subdue. .
Before my eyes, a neon skyline. Colours drip, dimensions entwine. Twisting matter, time and space. Got to leave reality's waste. . Colours blind us. Lights and liquids.
The song he sang was surfaces. Nothing deeper than a child knows. He could sing sand into pearls. So the saying goes. . Some said he was a sorcerer. Or a warrior chief.