I simply exited the dream field. I can't tell the difference
Which is more real, damaged desires or memories?
It used to be once the roar of an eagle, framing a transferring black dot
Command a white cloud, wipe a clear sky blue
Or due to the fact of lack of wings constantly dream of flying?
"Dreams, it's all backwards"
Memory, will additionally be reset by way of time
The roar of an eagle was once like a sharp knife
In the congested brain, chisel out every other dimension of space-time
The white waves of the sea blackened the volcanic stones
And the black spread like fire
Let my heart, black greater pure