PERFECTION, A WORLD APART WE ARE
BRIGHT STAR AND THE EYE
...I AM

RIDING THE TIDES. CRUX... ASTRAL GRACE
DOWN SILVER LOCKS TO COSMIC CROSSINGS
HOW FAR HAVE I COME?

AS SATURN DEVOURS, OF MIND-STREAMS' ODDITY
RIFT WROUGHT SOULS RUPTURE, RIPPLING...
ALL SHACKLES HAVE NOW FALLEN, NEBULAE HORSES PULSE ON
CAN I FEEL?

LOCKED WITHIN PANDORA'S MUSIC BOX
WATCHING FROM THE PORTAL OF I
BAYING THROUGH WOVEN SOUNDSCAPES
A BLACK DOG LAYS AT MY FEET... OBLIVION...

COLD, CELESTIAL BRILLIANCE
THE CANVAS UNFRAMED, ELATION
CIRCUS OF RADIANT MOTION, ALIVE

A HANDFUL OF EARTH... THE ONLY REMINDER
MAJESTY, TAKE MY HAND

WE WEEP TO BELIEVE, WHERE ONLY DREAMS HAVE WITNESSED BEYOND
WE WEEP TO BELIEVE, WHERE ONLY DREAMS HAVE...


3. Of The Leper Butterflies

oh why?
OH WHY THE BUTTERFLY OF MAN?

oh why?
oh why precious beauty?
with eyes that speak tongues
foresight and memory, maelstrom wormholes
behind, the vast passion
a wish is made upon a nebula
from the leper's kiss
CONJURING ORDERED CHAOS
KALEIDOSCOPE IN MOTION
ADORNED A PORCELAIN MASK
O'ER THE ENIGMA... PIERROT OF TE GARDEN
WHERE LIGHT PARTS WAY
THE LEPER HAS COME HOME...

I, LEPER
...WHY, WHY?
I,LEPER
...WHY?