A Random Rambling

Indefinite gleams stream wonderfully into me
Intome controversial ideals seem estranged
I think only about the movements of the galaxy
Perpetuating the livelihood of ancestors
My predecessors
In succession times are blessing this Smith & Wesson of my brainscape
My escapes unharmed by the strays
So pull it
The trigger on my instrumental
An iridescent cataclysm
Catalyst on the horizon
Random supplies and stranger alibis
Fighting for the peace of the pie
Wanting your soul
And in control of the bold notions of the Old