Time Moved Through

Turns out the shadow was real,

Containing something we could not find,

It went through the field,

Of time as it devoured more,

Atmosphere, radar bound,

Always mounted through one,

More possibility obviously,

Turned all at once,

Moreover, when we discover,

What is not there in the,

Beginning, dreams often,

Popping up and passing out,

A ritual that will always be,

There, whether we want,

It or not,

Spin through the madness,

Of an xboxlessness, turning sour,

The dreams of another time,

When we were happy,

Moving through our own minefield,

Cross analyzing the way it burns through the bushes,