Though I feel distorted, like no lens can make clear these lines. I bow my head, I dip my hand, I drink again.
Dawn spills her light across my face. Fills me with the wonder, fills me with the hope. Wistful as it curls around my fingers, I spasm as it coils up my spine. It permeates a chamber, once thought better left unentered.
Bold as a coward can be, I engage my prey. Zealously, vehemently I march across this clearing. From the old and morose, the phlegmatic impassive - to the purr of the Antipodes.
I grab hold a passing current. I sink intent-I sink my teeth into its flesh. I will ride this whim beyond Horizon's bend. I will bleed Desire unto its end.
Dawn spills her light across my face. Fills me with the wonder, fills me with the hope. Wistful as it curls around my fingers, I spasm as it coils up my spine. It permeates a chamber, once thought better left unentered.
Bold as a coward can be, I engage my prey. Zealously, vehemently I march across this clearing. From the old and morose, the phlegmatic impassive - to the purr of the Antipodes.
I grab hold a passing current. I sink intent-I sink my teeth into its flesh. I will ride this whim beyond Horizon's bend. I will bleed Desire unto its end.