Wednesday, February 1, 2012


The Looking Glass
Music of magic pathways and archways
whispering lower and lower whispers of greens and violets.
Pianos and music and sounds and symbols,
I sit at the piano and play softly, Immortalis..
My soul floats in words and words
and spirals slower and slower potions of greens and violets.
Feeding opuscula, drumming blood, whispering through...
Pathways and archways... and souls.
I sit at the piano and play, softly...
ebony of lives and black winds... I play.
Alchemy and Magic, Immortalis...

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