Intangible

Walking past a river there lies the ruins In the center is a shrine of copper The guardians are ghosts of future Made of intangible blues, but then before you realize that these humans sing You only hear the sound of admission ring Ears cannot go a day without madness unless one hears the song of ghostly hymn so you travel back to the copper wreck to understand the song of admission then looking down to your shoes which now are made of intangible blues...