Absolute Cosmos pulse whispers the night upon. Lone bird song wishes the jewelled sound morn. By the water of Lethe, Nepenthe has eaten of my mouth petals rain. Lines liquify in kaleidoscope opiate air. Her shy touch, forestry silly by lea lay, pale blush anneal on her nude under the dark wave of the wood. From her ebony hair strange and the ashen ivy veins she has made a tress, by III pillars City of the Deaths. In the silvery foliage, into layers of her flesh stream magnetic lights of mystery Northern Sky. She turned her eyes to the West, Amber Suns eclipse in her hands.