The colors of this spacious dream

All melt into one

Running down through the haze

Of a slumbering unknown

–

The interweaving thread

Of our encircling illusion

Is plucked and frayed  

By the  toll of our clock

–

The fragments of our spell

Are swept aside in the night

By a fire-tinged breeze

A new Goliath’s rising  

–

Footfalls in the attic

Will send this whole house crashing

Down through the cellar

Into infamy’s flames