Oneiric Realisations
Opening horizon, sketching an ever-present temporality
I float upon the flickering surfaces of the atmosphere
Twisting scales of light apart through a silky curtain of vacuity
That shades with the curves of my crystal wings
Darker than nightfall
Burst the sun through heaven's vault
To wave the confused layers of bifacial realizations
To make ether as earthly as the blackening dawn
Aren't those curves mine?
Or did the morning mist mark these bounds to tear up my mind?
Is this moth's path just a fantastical line?
Or is my being but a piece of its mind?
Dream of mine
Piece of mind
Nightmare's blind
Sightless line
Fleet the heartbeats of a forever-closed path
As disperse the last shreds of my oneiric hopes
Aren't those curves mine?
Or did the morning mist mark these bounds to tear up my mind?
Is this moth's path just a fantastical line?
Or is my being but a piece of its mind?
Dream of mine
Piece of mind
Truth, vicissitudes of soul and contingency
As many tears dropping within circles of causality
Am I that name? Or a thousand of dreams?
Rising and dying in a intangible parabola
