Dead Air and the Transient Dust That Follows

eye opener, close me up for eternal slumber clarity unseen, introduce a new world for me nobody's vision can really decipher the murky water in the art i see i deteriorate in the rusty shingles of Peace to forever unknown blue candles burn, but they do not illuminate blue brains wordplay, but who really knows what they will create blue dwellings crumble, but we are unsure what will actuallu dissipate blue colors remain as definitive frigidity, but what will be uncovered when the ice of it all does hesitate surely sealed identity, reveal me when the eye of the earth wilts identity withheld always, unmask the old world's gentle smile everybody's neglect of true respect explains today's pitiful passion i guess i am a martyr for an opinion forever injured till death....incompletion, i guess, is the new parallel....