Revalations is now.

When the city was replaced

with microscopic dreams

we were turning tables in a bar

if only to experiment.

 

Quietly confused, you

started writing things

I was hiding between the two of us.

 

Now its all I can do,

stuck in suburban blues,

daring the sky to fall.

 

Would you cry,

"Holy,

storms have decived me!

You set a fire

with bolts of briliance.

Will you come with us.

I only need to know.

 

When the forest started to burn

with water orange

it flourished.

Did you change your mind

for the last time?

 

Thundering amusment,

what do we tell the children?

Give them a scare crow.

Surrender to the sky.

 

I sold all my things

free with nothing to lose,

Implying to you.

 

I don't think I can save you.

Holy complainer,

I am the

maker.

I swear its all brilliant.

He swears to himself.

In time you will know.

 

Now there are seeds for trees,

and fire for smoke.

It will rain again so sell your hope.

If it don't,

how could we know?