In The Garden Of Dispersion

On the hill

Where sun behind horizon hides

There is nothing

Except my breath

And crux of events

And some crux of our handsOn the hill

Where shadow wings fell

Wind rose ye to song

And we plunged in its deep

And in plaintive waterfall depthsEvanescent recollection of atavism

Secret of living in ye death posture

And then

Your seal in the garden of dispersion

Closes your mouth

Closes your eyes

Closes your earsIn the fields of Eden

Under your first tree's rotting root

There is feast

Typhon's feast

And night came moonless

But yet your light appeared

Picture of sigilic angels

Grafting in our holy body and mind

Songwriters

DARSKI, ADAMPublished by

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