state of flux

wolf running through the night towards the invisible ... moon burns, emptiness falls ... on me, on me ... the forbidden shores of thy soul ... more .... differential hands .... embrace your neck ... and you dream about the rope .... that hangs gently, that hangs gently ... from the blue ceiling ... for the angels to descend ... and the sinners to stay ...

... meet me on the road, i am the one with no wings.

 

::: to talk :::