Follow me tonight, listen to me.
It's calling.
Under a dark crescent.
I waited so long; if you could see where I've been. What is the cost?
Pour me visions of Epinoia, inhale.
Waiting for clarity.
Shake dice below the lapping flames of my hunger.
Intentions
Nine of her parts
Seven doors
Sixteen and chained to a leash
Pray for an end to this
Eighteen holes
Stolen five of her parts
Thirteenth Age
Scattering the parts
Reach inside that needy nous
Reaching, reaching
Burn those needy words
Before you write, I have found something; listen
Are you listening?
She stokes the flames
Two more substances, spill wet ink
Presence begs breakdown
Bark rolls into a pit-nous
Two split convergence
Twenty-eight rolls the dice
I'll be there waiting
kōaḥ