In the arms dare do find where she fall
A heart born red, boiling with a burn of Solaris
Carry a fire as Olympic as time
And admit to her, the metaphor
You do not know
Nor do I
A feeling described, burned into fabled try
Scare as it do unto us
And bring fear in what flames tell
Where focus meet dimension
The condescension meet the unending mention
Of you
My mantra that scribble itself across walls of peeling fossil
Hallucinate timeless clippings of ill
Speak to the walls to translate what I spell is true