A visionary force
along all those bright asterisks
Initiated by the rising sun
A looping faith
from afar
Pointing toward the fabric
of some feathered circus scene
When night comes black
It is the only place to go to
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
A visionary force
along all those bright asterisks
Initiated by the rising sun
A looping faith
from afar
Pointing toward the fabric
of some feathered circus scene
When night comes black
It is the only place to go to