Dizzy Spells - Josh Woodward

Our colony

Is shining through the shaking of the artificial moon

The light of noon

Cut ragged glass

Kaleidoscope of soapy film refract the rays that pass

The blades of grass

Recite the words that you were taught

The face of man

You stare into the center as the colors bleed away

The dryest rain

You feel the same

The dirt beneath your saddle boots is snapping as you step

Into the scene

This life is just a fatal dream

Don’t you ever worry about those dizzy spells you feel

That’s just the taming of the ghosts

They can’t hurt you, they’ll desert you now

Take up your arms

The final day is here, you feel the ringing in your ears

Now disappear

The flaming sky

The rally of a lost July, the night precedes the lullaby

And takes away the last supply of day