Days of temporal tides
with thousand coloured eyes
Old and weary
The unregulated sun
hears the Goat-foot
A Faun,
All before me
in my little room
Gathering power and purpose
when the day is done
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
Days of temporal tides
with thousand coloured eyes
Old and weary
The unregulated sun
hears the Goat-foot
A Faun,
All before me
in my little room
Gathering power and purpose
when the day is done