Total Destruction

Warriors
of olden days
had shields and spears
and swords,
but nothing had they
could defend
from truth
laid on
by chords.

The music of
the spheres
of sense
can wrangle
press to dye,
and color dot
illusion guess
and fathom
cut the eye.

Delusion's
grandest scheme
aground,
what takes
a mountain down,
is simply this
the hordes of bliss
when beauty makes
a sound.