Alster the 7th
The Spherical Minds
sunset reddens the blazing skyline drowning my soul, my sense, my fears wandering alone among the willows trailing this spleen around the pond mingled voices like the trees' shade lost in this muddle but i'm dreaming i'm dreaming, softly feeling a long raise of the sunshine stroke the rustling leaves the evening heralds my endless morning the rise of this deep despair a rising sap flowing through my veins a rising sap flowing through my veins as a warm cordial all is silent, slow, unreal