Though I face a delicate blind
Like a reborn being on a changed threshold the night sky itself gives away
I am bonding my misty presesence both at hands and through the space of each lived unending future
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
Though I face a delicate blind
Like a reborn being on a changed threshold the night sky itself gives away
I am bonding my misty presesence both at hands and through the space of each lived unending future