Elysium
2006
An unspoken chemistry– karmic implication
one day Ill grasp the raison dêtre of this
right place, right time and a dreamers imagination
the 4th dimensions not a state of mind Id miss
But never forget to close the opened door
for demons of craving could enter the realm
where sacral spheric tunes hit the mossy floor
in your cosmic winter behind the wych elm
Where a poets heart never ceases to flake
Oh I am so full with fey words
A writers hand that falters and shakes
Ive become so empty it hurts
Miracle of Moria, vent my vacuum
Miranda, now sing, and abate the Obstaculum
