Watch the mirage of
your question in the distance...

When you hide behind
the beauty of your dear masks...

Silence isn't voiceless
it's the very existence...

Fleeing from her bite
the giddy kitten of clock...

Time is spiral like a record
and now is the needle...

Horizon is the
paradox of arrival...

The blood of whom they
worship: the blood of those they...

The most splendid song of despair
that I have ever sung...

The nature of dream
is wakefulness...

How easy is to
conceal our shames behind...

She noticed her face
was a mask amongst many...

I am in awe of the translation of your eyes,
from the forgotten languages of dreams...