Rippling from beyond an infinite place,

There seems to be room for an ultimate space.

Miles high,

Beneath the sky.

Lashings of purple fire build the tower of rounded shapes.

 

Coupling oranges of clashing toxicity,

Yet the simplicity fills awaiting eyes with Enigma.

Trying to understand the suns cast of light.

Filling empty minds with the splashes of purple sky.

 

Walking beyond, through and over the grassy hills of Norfolk.

The canvas stretches,

Around all who stare, absorbing the creation of the purple lake

Guiding all home

Time becoming late

The purple sky only shows with debate.

 

The sun must be in the right state,

As the shapes collide and let the photons dissipate,

Lashings of purple fire

Desire,

A story to tell

All who awaits.