Horse The Band

In down between the unseen
secret room of wonder and despair
rusting and in disrepair
un-here and un-there
SUPER SAPPHIRE is smiling
He's trapped in a room with three dying moons
Pulsing bicep boom cracks wheels of worlds
his not-skin cold black
a deep blue space like waiting
Violet Lights Collide then shimmer in his hair and eyes
not wounds never bleed
the lights of whispered stars
HE'S A SHATTERING PERFECTION
COMPLETELY PAST DETECTION
his head is a comet's tail
and his face is made of hearts
SUPER SAPPHIRE IS SMILING