Dreams of Stone (To Be Sure)

Metronomy of ingot,
deepset in stormcloud ion,
streaming in the reticulation
a new armistice of the replication,
harnessing the contradiction of soonness,
warchild opium dens sifting in Oppenheimer's atomic vapour,
Driftwood sociometry,
churning the Buddha Mind,
Stream of bricks floating in the sky,
building last standcastles in the sky,
King's fount lost in the memory,
Gods wounded crying for praise,
deepest in the memory of incremental obsoletion,
systematicity born of the imbricating decay and day,
teaming with life and Mythos,
Soul Train,
Churnstyle panopticons, 
Memory Fax Machines, 
redemption and redacting wings, 
Birds burrowing in the ground, 
JFK
Boulions for Soup,
Lampshade sunscreen,
Strobelight stacatto silence,
in the legato of instant windstreams,
echoing in the void,
where the light reminds us
that where the mask humanity wears,
is less infinite that the inhumanity that wares,
a misunderstood pain,
Crowns for the moment,
Adorned with the certainty of whimsical opprobrium,
the dreams of stone,
and the oceans between now and again,
the gaps between where culture takes root
in the deserts of time,
growing oasis planet
to destroy the monsoon of that song
that was made up only of light.
Nothing is irrelevant to interpretation he said,
the rains of time,
are held in the hearts of kings and queens still,
Sun God's and Apollonic revision,
but maybe the stars know what everything will mean eventually,
so we created art to be sure.