Reason tatters the forces tear loose from the axis
Searchlight casting for faults in the clouds of delusion
shall we go, you and I While we can? Through the transitive nightfall of diamonds
Mirror shatters in formless reflections of matter
Glass hand dissolving to ice petal flowers revolving
Lady in velvet recedes in the nights of goodbye
Shall we go, you and I While we can? Through the transitive nightfall of diamonds
spinning a set the stars through which the tattered tales of axis roll about the waxen wind of never set to motion in the unbecoming round about the reason hardly matters nor the wise through which the stars were set in spin