Like music to my eyes

You are like some nameless god
with no past to refer to
a bubble in the swamp juice
that obliterated the heart of that sentence
as though it were the hand of God
or the Devil himself
& what are we to interpret from that
shadowless shadow?
unhinged upon the rage of Time
which is Fate
bending in the wind
on a street that was named for
1000 hungry ghosts