Tales From Beyond the Galactic Fog

We should all learn to heed their warning
beyond,
beyond the fog,

wasted mines
abandoned by
shaded signs
sun spots evaporate the writhing rivers of time.

If we soon begin and give in to the inherent magic,
turn off the lights,
our eyes glow,
they’re red and gone,

robotic in the emergent mysteries of dawn.

With the swaying of littered light posts
somehow the signal still lingers on
through musty facades
of heightened cavalier calls

beyond,

beyond the fog.

In the ashes of their institutions,
their libelous pupils are dilated
transmitting the final distress call
the wavering hipsters and children cry
clouds burst into flames

he breathes and appears

beyond,

beyond the fog.