Scarlet Beam

Like a pulsating scarlet beam you split the sky and part the clouds. Venturing from one void to another, spinning some pieces of yourself into others to create a mystic fabric. It's not just a monochrome trip to nowhere. The emptiness you dance into  becomes a new place filled with scraps of the past thrown off and discarded and the synthesis of the future you mix like a witch's brew in a caldron of hard metal stirred with a mic stand of chrome and heated with the white hot coals of your eyes. The impossible becomes normal and we dance for a micro-moment as reality becomes tangled with dreams and we know, but can't believe the scarlet beam is a golden thread.