Atlantis Daydreams from on high

Heavy sands shift and turn bellow the graves and murmurs that stand off against the grains of time. Where portions met, and portions kept are blanketed in dust that chokes the breath for the sake of rhyme.

Hopes and dreams extinguished vapor trails in monuments high where the tangles of these ancient hearts lie. 

For heavens sake what we cut from the waists that keep us from mountains high, and valleys low the tides that wade below.

Pride we paint twist and grace across our eyes, on the backs spirits preach never must we divide as generational divides crumble, spill, and collapse the deepest thought to post modern demise. 

Imagine this room bleak, and aimless where the airwaves carry our voices from ends, to coast, to planetary highs, and yet the waves come for us all as we sink into cascades tombs that consume with out prejudice. 

Pallets of colors mix, and blend but all submit to the abyss at their beckon call no one can recall or believe as they are buried in the shifts of sands, and yards of graves that gravitate in eternal reconcile. The dead don't speak in eternities bleak where pride chokes, and prejudice weighs heavy like shoes full of concrete at the bottom of lakes of fire.