Signs serial adrift in the air immaterial face up to the phosphor flare. Ghost essence fuels fire in the rig incandescence let's dance out the mystery jig. Jig, dance the dance of mystery light dance the dance, jig, dance the dance infernally bright. Dark water dark fire down below ...storm quarter time to dance out the mystery - no! The twelve will swing us to completeness eight from the cradle to the grave and all our future projection's only second guessing seventh waves..... A break in the connections we thought were built to last here's a change in the weather, Tsunami time the wave's already rolling in towards us from the past.