Contentment is not on my roster
Too close to the world...

Seal with silk,
Stitch-up from toolbox parts, demiurgo straights...

Bring your hopes to me,
I will set them free...

The cave of misconception
I am the roof of your dreams...

Oh, you child of Earth and seed,
Wingless fledgling of ochre blood...

Now in the throes of that one soundless melody,
He truly opens his eyes for the first time...

We need not worry about consequences,
It all works out just as cruel in the end...

I am many-fanged
I capture my moods in glasses...

From ten to twenty times I have watched you as you...
It may sound wrong, and really it's as awkward as...

Machine of Circumstance
who sees and who bleeds...

Hark! A chalice falls,
Into the crystal hands of a maiden...

(Worlds might end if worlds
need end...