Fragmented, What became of my affinity?
For I sought more than reverence
An idealist was silenced and withdrawn
Enlightment gave birth to recuperation
Stride the invertebrates road
Inferiority drifts through your veins
The sunwheel pivots
And your sillhouette is forgotten
Advocate your eyes, Closed
Resperate your mouth, Shut
Over Spoke Word 6:52
Here, Encase me
Cut me with the moon
I am high enough
To kiss the atmosphere
Your dead thin hair
Accept my fingers
You'll be high enough
To open the stich
