Sparks shooting away from grinding wheel gloom.
Can you see; there is another spectrum?
Stalking in silence, inside of the womb.
Another spectrum. Another rosette
worn by disciples of dark confusion.
The fulcrum rests on it's stillest point yet,
the grinding wheel creates an illusion.
Such fragile illusions that wax and wane.
On the horizon ; a distant mirage
sanity lost but, the disciples gain
from lending nightmares without any charge.
Another spectrum exists all around you.
Grinding wheel gloom cocoons and surrounds you.
Capability Red December 2019
