Intrinsic Combinations

Blinding circles of light
In an opulent shade of grey dawn
Bubble and scatter in swirling cascades
As filters of fortune abscond

They're ringing the bells that
Blossom in praise of the tortures of violence past
Holding your hands at arm's length in the dark
Kept at bay, worth to fate
In some manner beguiling obscurity's faith
More than a glass's gaze can provide
An exhaust of intrinsic combinations