He held his arms with his hands, and his elbows...
He took his hands from his arms, allowed the veins...

I cannot excuse this frozen isolation,
Crawling up and down my spine like a piece of cold...

Peripheral planned deeds.
a past fatality turned around...

So here we meet once again.
Pry at the window with no such consent...

I lit a candle that burned with an echo,
And smothered the emanations upon her canvas...

He conducted in the darkness around him
He moved clouds into storms...

Something penetrated the moonlight bringing...
Aside from the trees, the fog and its blight...

I once was a child,
And I once was a theif...

Judging from this scope,
I must say that you are a mile away...

The words I picture just may be wisdom;
An isolation from the illusion; reality...

I once saw Venus in the sky,
Fumes and heat met my eyes...

The sky told me it was morning,
But the clock told me it was night...