NYE 2017...on the dirt path.

...With hesitation, a balsamic moon rose in aquarius!

Watch the crescent ascend alongside a great comet;

Another means to an end, hold your breath count to ten.

The chosen woman fled into the wilderness,

Countdown begin! 1260 days, forty two months are prepared,

One gauss, one maxwell chime; son lives beyond his lifetime,

Gone before the abomination that causes desolation.

Debris flyby rides the great tides of bombs weather,

Burn this old year aglow, his face a perfect golden ratio.

Complete saturation of electrons, one eye the sun,

One the moon –of cyclogenesis causing swarms to begin.

One gauss, one maxwell chime; son lives beyond his lifetime,

In the blink of an eye, an atomic second is added.

One tesla fault, diablo liquefies into the mocho subbasin.

One tesla flux, one weber; watch her son slay the dragon,

The chosen woman emerges from the wilderness.

On the dirt path, on the dirt path, on the dirt path...

Master’s face in the fur of a hound illusion, scatters tender sound.

The trees scream on the wheel of time starquake!

One tesla flux, one weber; watch her son slay the dragon,

Black holes mysteriously align, cosmic wave turns water to wine.

For a second time, the woman fled back into the wilderness.

Serpent-bearer strangles the balsamic moon, no hesitation...