The midnight becomes music floating on rust free hinges

Surrounded by electric umbrellas
Angels resurrect apocalyptic trombones
Filling vibrations with their eternity


The common denominator of all ancient music
Is that the senses are dove-tailed to the whole which
Becomes an iridescent stream
At its most extreme burning through the elements
As green flesh melts around us


The water of reality broken lying on the ground
Returning to the mouth of God’s trumpet
Which becomes a translucent catalyst of passion
Which needs no flaws
And is not inherent in them