Being between two mirrors
and all my torments
I have cultivated
things that are very vague
I have this certainty
from under my eyelids
born of my imagination
All things moves in me
Its where I voyage
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
Being between two mirrors
and all my torments
I have cultivated
things that are very vague
I have this certainty
from under my eyelids
born of my imagination
All things moves in me
Its where I voyage