Cross Burned Ocean

Mystery you magic

exort in all a vein

so that chemicals I

feel fill in my brain.

Illustrious illusions

compound as sand

that slide an hour-

glass has command.

But in the abundant

is a clear sight that it

comes alive in night

across you here sit.

Come with me burn

does rods of beacon

where in places light

you want meet them.

My current pushes I

sit in my small circles

where I dream in lit

skies colored purple.

There is an end to it

all that is in motion,

come away with me

upon burned ocean.

In my hand sit it rid

does all other eyes.

I wield fortune in it,

all and great supply.

Sit at the head tables

will bear your cross

the world God gave I

fight infernal chaos.