Chemical Garden

Saw it in Braile

Come randomly pouring out

In a wave of black ice

And nighttime and then

In a fast moving storm

With singalong thunderclouds

The soft explosion

Of dayfall and then

Orange and blue

The fire is starting

Shimmering through

The chemical garden

I am not alone

Stumbling through

The chemical garden

Behind these black eyes

A story is playing out

Atop a cloudy hill

The verdict is read

On every lip

The sound of the feather falls

A wave of nighttime's

Electrical head

Though I refuse to see

I'm suddenly shown

Cut through the sweetest parts

To get to the bone