Obdurate Wanderers The last shadow puppets Killing time Riding goodbye horses Made of glass Chasing dreams Dead and buried Along the river of Lucidity Listening to nature's Ambient song So beautiful Lulling wandering souls The smell of sulfur Giving sneak... Continue Reading →
Advaitic Terra Firma The universe Early in the planning stage A silent nuclear philosophy Poorly translated Made Of celestial bones Cloaked in cobra skin and Sparkling prophecy Proffered Brand new cult nightmare Untold truths In liquid sound Breeding strange Tiny... Continue Reading →
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