Wilderness One

into the wilderness haunted by ghost-towns And ancient bloodstains and lost history of scars we wander the borderlands between the weakening dreams and cities a neon seams Burning into the American night like lanterns An empire in a wilderness mad with desire like the eyes of a God in vast Valhalla, a fire out here, out here into the void Into the world The wild wilderness of one A great rocker once said, “Out here along the perimeter…” “No stars…out here we (are) stoned Immaculate” Cooled by the coming dawns frost… a soft death lingers Cascades In history scars Mark by the ancient stains into the wilderness of haunted ghost towns and native lands history sears Deep between dreams of neon it burns black into the abyss of broken cityscapes and fears asleep along the horizon rim Fire like lanterns adrift on the cool breeze, Into the wilderness of some mad American empire… “No stars…out here we (are) stoned Immaculate” Thanks Jim…