Faint incense rises. O'you, you fell away from me my love, like all earthly things vanish into death's cold mysteries. Serpents marked with azure rings cathedrals where rich shadows fall, things strange curios solemn saviour. Claws upon my flesh and statues of lost souls dominate this house.
Angels have no pity, their wings have turned to stone.
Come travel naked lovers beyond all dimen- sions of heaven and lie enchanted forever in the lucid garden of dreams. In all animate sources and creation of belief we travel seas of illusions that begin at our dreams. Ethereal architects masters of all fate.