In the hollow of the soul in the shadow of vertigo the paradox creeps in, bird arching before the call. Cross our limits, gather the wheat, emerging seeds, offerings of Apollo. Across space the stars come together and collide so vividly that the thoughts prolong our dreams. Over the counter in the firmament pass the clouds, syncopated alternation at the bottom of the universe, break in the tenor of the song. On the acroterion of the temple acrobatic angels orient their mirror to the original Source. Ensemble, suitable the monsters of our entrails tearing at the societal strings understanding. Slow walk, at the front of our approaches demeure the invariant almond removing the stale air from the attachments. Coil up in the seraglio of our imagination Commander's orders, effort consent to untie the bonds of discord. Unbreakable Light of February, the bag full of buttercups spills his memories from beyond without felt explanation.
