The Depth I am, the Book sealed by Five Sigils
Written by Air
Labyrinthus et longinqui ignis species
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Light of colourful neons
Put his gleam on sweet candy
Tasting like a soil
Menstrual Heroin spills on fragile ice
Hanging over smothered Fire
Silver - black flesh which's diagnosing heart
Drowning the calm of afflation in itself
Besprented blood, flows out from rasberry gauze
Twinning the White Pigeon
Swelled strings of veins
Are patiently pomping aversion and tasty hunger to Elegant Coat
Dry branches of Trees, reflecting in tile of bluring Water, are
Trickling Broken Glass
Severing stony sculptures of tranquility
Polishing the Time in Cosmic Debris of Thousand Pearls
Wet Corpse falls helter - skelter,
Hitting on arris sink with bony hand
Inflexible, temptive shiny Pane, spawns misty Onirism
And afterwards, cuts on blunt arris, without cutting off

Levitating torches of Milky Skin
Pulling over the shingle, the Innocence on the cord are
Reflecting the view of Mental Revolution in the Mirror
Passage in the longing
Longing in Passage