To Decant Souls

landing… on a spheric line they dare to drive
breathing… a scarry sign of sodium lies
slyness… a primal moral conflict form
sadness… a linked device reacts

red sand cloaked over the clouds
time's forest infinite place

slyness… in a plasma sphere you are
sadness… in a liquid form we die

trapped into
a shapeless cup
a dense cluster of souls
mineral skies
beyond shiny haze
synthetized to decant souls
awakening

the perfect symbion makes
mortal frequencies
navigates through the waves
a new essence rules