Wearing Chickens for Shoes in Alphabetical Sanctuary

You were the particle collision ignition
in the morning eyes of my failing mind,
rusting roses in the fleeting passage way surgery,
of my new insult to the expanse of time.

Medical burnt out summer's end
... the lines of soul your voice defends.

You were the ethereal star-ship message,
from the depths of tired space,
waking walls to new composure,
raising statues to your grace.

Gray-scale scarlet void
breaks down to the eternal invitation.