Pollinated zephyrs dancing under
the scarlet cirrus of the morning sky...

Evulsions of illusions show through,
The cracked face of the mirror...

I tell myself everything will be okay,
The picture comes in a stagnant decay...

The blood of Gaia pulses through the timber
Of the old Oak tree, a vigorous behemoth...

The blood of Gaia pulses through the timber
Of the old Oak tree, a vigorous behemoth...

I tell myself everything will be okay,
The picture comes in a stagnant decay...

I am a patzer in this game but
A maven non the- less...

Evulsions of illusions show through,
The cracked face of the mirror...

Cryptic palindromes swarm around
the cosmos of forlorn arcane affection...