The lines of the Artist
Blow through the sky
Forming, reforming
We're almost to our destination
And the lines of the Artist float above
Trolls and ancient imaginations dwell below
In the haunted hills of semi reality
But the lines of the Artist prosper
The shades of blue backing make no match,
And the lines of the Artist flow
And bind
And know
And go
Flow.
Blow...through the sky.