Sear Bliss With Mournful Eyes
A dazed vibration wakes me From the confluent hiding of time and space A new world is born in my body My pain turns to nothing On its palely diaphanous horizon This is the last moment excelling the flight of time And from the shade of fear I recognize myself With stabbering flotation From the mirror of darkness The past looks back with thousand faces And from the distance An icy hand touches me An all-defeating icecold hand
