Distorted Crosses

Over and over we watch along, Over the river like musing of a folk song. Higher and higher they take a leap, The more applauding, and more strong. System of crosses distorted to core, a million harmonies echo through the song. Like dispersing colours, they dance, they sing, emerging from nature, and ever oblong. Marching amidst the shadows of destruction, finding the ways in interminable intrusions. waving away from the eyes of truth, As a civilization is emerging among. The verge of fall is intensive, deceptive, a wave of the ocean is where they belong.