HouseOfCassini

Your effect takes my carriage over the whiteness of wonder
Through the stations of sleep across the differdent hunger

Time has told me about its deepest impact
About its receptacle spiky code

The flight and fight to your eyes
The chorus of a stormy wondrous song

Heavy dreams with layers of elusive mystery

It’s just a remote feeling
Through the boundaries of thought
Unstable setting are placed to distort
The lengths they will go to, to perish the game
The mute convulsion, the eclipse of the brain