Satin Castel Azul

And as the breeze is cornered

The song of the sea is innocent 

With all that is in the land of cockaigne

And the champaignes spill over the ledge

To serve the echoic peoples of the floor

What is it at the door

A man or the fading call for more

Awake is illusory 

Asleep by the rivers of old

Memory is obscured by the rolling wave

The shore came to violins

And concerto for a trumpet blows to bays

Will the cold fade to warm or to blazes

The fires rise and the waters sit

In thrones of complications

Concrete on the piano keys

Souls floating through the poll

Watchers with their lamps all glowing low

Behind a fog wall at night

The light reaks of ancient songs

The seclusion fits it well

The island where the nightmares dwell

Alchemists stroll down the neverending path

The core shall feel their wrath

The laughing man has always been in time

The joker tries to shake the sharing rhyme

Gilgamesh over and above

The groves of rivers floats beneath

A lotus blessing panoramic view

Against the diamond wall sits a crystal corridor

Palaces crushed by the interstellar glass

The bread and wine have all gone warm

The label runs to the beyond of the stories

The black mountain grows taller than the sky

Homosapien introduction in five parts

The lot of the fanciest breed

A queen in the loom of the sun