I am drowning
a little
To collect myself
Obedient
to the living flame
There are passageways
from twilight to morning
Deep in my heart
They pass before me
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
I am drowning
a little
To collect myself
Obedient
to the living flame
There are passageways
from twilight to morning
Deep in my heart
They pass before me