I will take a sad hour far to build a knew night of constellations
While ignoring other minds singing in me
The joyful unaware of me in the wrong dream
taking the if into the ever present self a knew
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
I will take a sad hour far to build a knew night of constellations
While ignoring other minds singing in me
The joyful unaware of me in the wrong dream
taking the if into the ever present self a knew