Blog PostsFriends | Spin your crimson eyeSpin your crimson eyedeep into the thread as time embroiders the night silver. Glowing blood that races in the garden wet antlers thundering life the rage of motion suddenly arrested of steam forced to linger of the scream we all share in the center of the earth. Wind the hand in my blood the one you carry naked to the tree found howling for the key to the missing lock on the final wound that will be traded for my life. As lost from me as the world is when incongruous facts pull back into the folds of Her deep hum. She buries the rest of us beneath Her dress silent as the crystal mind of gentle winds and impossible color in the exploding light from which we first escaped when we fell into the night inside Her dreams. |