They whispered always i will come for you
in night-depths and sweetness they marred...

Endless panels of colour,
broken up by a black deepened by surreal...

All of me stacked on top of years
and sometimes the past feels like a stranger...

She is the name we do not speak,
The ghost-mirror in our intercourse...

Through the veil of a thousand lines I see
pushing the membrane outwardly...

Machine of Circumstance
who sees and who bleeds...

Cold is the wind on this dusty soil,
Cold is the wind on these restless waves...

Come now, child,
I hope you listen well...

Have you any idea what it is
to live in a world where there...

But where shall I turn when they say it's my...
I've only my bloodline to blame...

She has the eyes of a snake
and the heart of a wolf...

He steps from the icy grip of Winter and into
the cool waters of Spring...