Dreaming of another world,
Without the need for blood.
Spirit pulses
Like water in the ocean,
Tossing souls up and down,
Waves of energy crest and lower
Into valleys of electricity.
Power in another dimension
Pushes against
An ever-present collection
Of hearts and minds
Bouncing through time
On a lonely Earth,
Yearning for connection.
The chaos of life
Wound tightly in a coil,
Springs up and out
With each wish or curse,
Promising a change in fate,
Or maybe a repetition.
Without reason,
The jester tosses the dice.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 