Rings of Ash

Rings of Ash
By: Bryan Olson

Those eyes hit a soft core,
But the maps on her arm said something else.
(a nest) surrounded by mold.

An unhinged jaw leaves reminders of the future.
Wonder is better left at recess,
That construction is far from over.

True colors can be deadly,
Treading with care so as to not disrupt waves of hostile design.
I revert to the tomorrow I saw in myself yesterday.

You pull wires that protrude through dead connections,
(too late)
Only falling to the earth will bring upon your change.

I jump into a red universe,
(surrounded by rings of ash)
And ride into infinity.