Visions 3

[Mitch]

Consuming the gloomy loom of doom horizon,
improvising the simple life alignment.
Ruby fumes in my roomy tomb soon to boom, climbing
the shooter tubes, blooming 'hues', What 'wears' 'wise' when
one clue of attire's a spool that'll spiral
a trace of it's truth from the 'spire'.
I'm cooped in confinement, aloof of the liars,
choosing to chafe till the spooks have aspired to spooking the spiders.
confused where the sirens are moving 'till silence.
losing my mind just to prove what my mind is.
I am a rubix cube, super glue binding a diamond core.
i am more than mutual, myriad experienced.
a billion bent spoons in a super bowl clearance sale.
sundance trance with a Sunday seance seeress clear as a splitting cloud spitting hail.
Spinning out of control with the polar flipping out its mimiced self.
selling ships assail a doubt of drought big enough to tip the scale.