Morning Glory Thieves

We are one
With ghost herds
Migrating to water
At the first smell
Of light

Silent shadows
Stealing through
The labyrinth
Of plastic fortresses
Mechanical steeds
And armed
Drunken minotaurs

A queen and king
Hording silent spoils
Amongst their
Emerald pools
Of steam and lithium

Stretching seconds
Beyond forever
Freezing the sun
And laughing
In the clock face
Before
Back into our wormhole
We vanish
With lavender dawn
Leaving only tracks
For the crowds
To envy