Big hands grabbing, pushing, and p… Or hands of perfume and slender bo… Paralyzing hands of intoxicating s… Of she wolves and heretical giants Who hide in the darkest caves in t…

Deep down inside my private mind, encircled by barbed wire fences, my world, my pride, my haven, my autonomy, my island, my secret theories, my wilderness,

Behold the equinox as the sun retu… To ease the anxiety and prevailing… Dressed up in its finest vernal at… Moving with the speed of a skyward… Looking down at the cold earth bel…

A song to be sung by a select few, Those who love their labor true, Those who toil with love in their… Who work the fields 'til day depar… Alone from those who idle the day…

Woman of thy glass heart full of t… With unassuming power in the waiti… With lava flowing through thy pape… With legs for walking but not walk… Destined for erotic thoughts,

Free of Sin Pure thoughts, no sin at all Safely home, an answer to the call Evil lives on a faraway island Too far away, nothing to withstand

A Barren Canvas Forest and plains await thy adornm… The cold dark tundra and naked arm… Their reaching out with constant p… With their cries that echo through…

Yesterday’s world of sunlit hills disappeared behind the rolling fog that crept across the land, laying a heavy blanket o’er the face of the shimmering earth.

The Waking Hours Sleep, our climb into the upward a… Inside silky wings that take us th… That wrap around our earthly torso… With eyes that reach into our mind…

Technology is an island close by With data written in the pink sand… With legibility and accessibility The major concern, Reaching out to millions