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