Silence isn't voiceless
it's the very existence...
Fleeing from her bite
the giddy kitten of clock...
Time is spiral like a record
and now is the needle...
Horizon is the
paradox of arrival...
The blood of whom they
worship: the blood of those they...
The most splendid song of despair
that I have ever sung...
The nature of dream
is wakefulness...
How easy is to
conceal our shames behind...
She noticed her face
was a mask amongst many...
I am in awe of the translation of your eyes,
from the forgotten languages of dreams...
How I float on the flow of this music,
how I realize I am a share in this music...
Your smile,
the white queue of musical tone...