strange matters

                               within the outskirts of without 

                               teams remember evening shouts

                               growing guild shine into red fields

                               curb tested for natures symbolic dread

                               the wheeling lavender sang us into bed

                               through  rich color came the windy soils

                              it tore and ripped through the tent coils

                              brown sky dry under heavy heaven sent

                              imploding time bandits on the wing of a woman

                              sections of bravery coward at the edge

                              when a tree vision limped into sight

                              old reminders of a dream late at night

                              it pulled me through a vortex space

                              replaced my confusion into paint

                              handed me a brush and asked nice

                             would I finish it please

                             then sing us a song

                             about strange matters

                             versed in the wrong