Mar De Grises The Bell And The Solar Gust
...And so the bell-maker flew high
Modeling wind and light
Tolling, he kept every soul inside
Once inside a time
Toll, toll, resound, echoes too far
Wind is independent of time
It carries the truth in form of sound
Vibrating to the eardrum of the sun
Burn, burn, ablaze, flares too fast
Sun becomes wind at last
Wind becomes truth in action
And tolls the bells of deception
Untimely bell vibration
Fooled soul direction
Time intoxication!
Fooled by the gust of purification!
