Cantor of Chaos

night cantors into the mind, a sable tail paints blackness to the eye sky nymphs straddle the moon... singing spider sprints across the faceless dream soul woven in silky-slick yesterday bike bells,pigtails, sweet lemonade bitter scythe swings a rancid promonade put a chew toy upon the train tracks for certain the puppy found its way youth violently tossed aside , diamonds turned into clay where's the sun when life marches cold sun tender heart slung to icy bays but the sun will softly turn the blinds, put rainbows into burned out eyes, all things will scar with a stitch of time {like bent berries on winters tangled vine}. green shoots will bouton sky into songs place gentle moss over jagged rocks turn the day back into diamonds.. age back into daydreaming brooks