Shadows above the Space Force.

The start up of hand devices 

That have more or less from 

First to last proclaimed success 

Than any one way to carve a bow

A Indian head dress rink a ding do

Hold a boiled egg carve a initial to

A few things in minute magic show

The change to shadow is demeaning 

In the shaded shadow scouts utensil 

Small reflection a bigger scouts sails

A casting thought evokes the dreaming

From shaded images of a scouts view

Obstructed by a UFOs drum beat where

Contemptuous in appearance all is bare

I ran from the rain beneath the early dew

Without my salty cape and coat drenched

My adventures in scouting top end report

The shadow appears in others open court

Contempt appearance took note wrenched 

The little Bible away.

From down in the earths well it peaked out

Lost and found and the under card the role

Of the wanderer people roam, sci-fi fantasy 

Say not the lost found among the ruins find

Some say think other Flat Earth Conspiracy 

Or unable to find the reawakening in views

I deem or dream of pockets of indescribably 

Gold streaming down-ways near where I lay

But rather the coffins coach carry above the

Sound of hoofs down the streets coming end

That time forgotten you in greying grey from

Where you sleep fastens itself to caves dread

Come upon the hand reaching out from within

Without the armored gold around thou crown

Forehead shifts to the grave robbers a million 

Years gone the same remains returns and rises

What are humanity terms and changing staffs

The shield refrains in the armored gloved hand

Returns some era of history kept to value task

But riches found are of the matters of gold tin

Rustle of gems silver and gold values are seen

Only suggest to me a terminal fever for jewels

Gold and mineral wealth or need sort of thing

Needed for mining the elements for space and

Travel and lofty thrones.

The long train ride to Patch-world

The sky exhibiting patchy clouds wide 

The grandmaster wheels of wonder follow near 

The trains direction old star above the wind mill

Held on in the winds ruffles but the road beneath 

The ruffled feathers point way in nights acclaimed 

Days end I rushed into the ring red flag tag in tow

Big toe leading darken lots about hide the gaul left

The buying of time sorting little by little days past

Brought a lantern to illuminate the dark of passage

Leading to another nay beyond my crystal candled 

Change and course away emerged  the crystal skull 

In step to sleep or breath into the wells fire it awoke

Resonates the narrative to the first spade of the earth

Made bread from beyond the clans growers religions

Mounds and mounds in Gods gardens unkept anthills

Above the staged play beneath the stones held bones

Shame empty memory have begun we gave our taxes

The cost of the war of capital reserve is circle of debt

The great circle of preponderance is its worth in gold

If it can be brokered rather than be surrendered there

Days end down the road.