Found in What Is Lost
Of the sublime agony and hunger's tunnels, passages to pinholes of light
Forming scapes fearing threading with mind's webbed feet.
Responsible forethought into haunting glimpses retreats
Shedding, all but your naked mind into the throws of desperate freedom;
And unlocking the soul to the rhythmic convulsions of starlight.
Forming scapes fearing threading with mind's webbed feet.
Responsible forethought into haunting glimpses retreats
Shedding, all but your naked mind into the throws of desperate freedom;
And unlocking the soul to the rhythmic convulsions of starlight.