Over the hills and out to the seasWhere islands are statues that blow in the breezeWith oldflowing haircuts of cloud forest treesThat's where there be..
Oh VanityYou monstrous manatee swimming though the depths of my conciousnessDevouring the silver fish of pure thoughtsReplacing them with gastric belc..
This is the last of a past that I castIn the impure, and dusty-born oresThat shone once in mountains I climbed in a vastSprawling valley that called m..
We're made of the starsMade of their soulsAnd they're made of oursThe brimfire coalsThe twinkling eyesThe opposite polesAnd celestial tiesThe looping ..