“Lo behold, that fire in the east… Like yesterday as it has risen bef… That cold, cold night so bitter, My bones rattling, My hopes dwindled,

A Certain Secret Hiding in closets, no air to breat… Sealed in cement, a painful secret To be forgotten, but not forgotten What is there is what is there

Eternal pistons pumping In the engines of affinity, Working since the dawn of life And the days of the now and tomorr… Bringing lovers unknown together

The Proud Violet My journey through cold Darkened matter hastened me To rise and find the sun, That radiant paradise,

Blemishes Where beauty reigns, malice lurks With envied eyes and evil rants Stone cold hearts and angry fists With venom in its pent up arsenal

Sun Gods in the morning skies burning holes in the metal canopie… that cover up the beauty of the vi… that sleep through the night, climb up through the fissures of t…

The Permeation Spilling into the empty silence as… On its wild journey into spaces un… It leaps over hills and valleys Then settles into the pits of the…

Haunting theme you come alive, my sleeping passion oh you revive. Primal screams come from the east, searing breath I fear the beast. But as the music floats I come to…

The sea that never sleeps, Awake since the first light of lig… Neptunian child of the earth Pacing inside its oceanic home, Fathoms under fathoms under fathom…

Hot and cold and calm and ire black and gray and blue and pink skies of calico and skies of banal… vulnerable and flexible and pliabl… shifting clouds from ladles swirli…

The Voyage Of the wind that casts a mystical… Of the bending of a fragile violet Where wilt thou ever settle down? Tire of thy movement of eternity b…

The happening was a happening. It must have happened. It sure di… When things happen, they sure do h… They happened to me on one strange… My head was not my head.

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