Musicale.
Damn the wind. It moves me
honing structures of the continent
into spires of arcanum
Amber in the dayflow
encasing limbs and necklaces
in reliquary silence
(further than love)
It has glimpsed
the light of evening
native to regions of level ground
Forcing the window
entering the house
touching everything.
Damn the wind. It moves me
honing structures of the continent
into spires of arcanum
Amber in the dayflow
encasing limbs and necklaces
in reliquary silence
(further than love)
It has glimpsed
the light of evening
native to regions of level ground
Forcing the window
entering the house
touching everything.
