| Mass In A Soliloquy Maze |
| Mass in a soliloquy maze, Solarised psych, clasped to a single room All doors open, yet shut, My breath, sealed Inside a satellite, roaming Foul winds flap shutters, Orchestrating the hallway's Violent wind ballads Four seasons of birds seek roost And ocean banshees scream Murder from a distance And the moon, our Moon Curls at the edges, weeping life, Gulping black in the silence of you. � shalome 2004 |