language- a circle-
The corridors of my soul
language- a loaded gun
(We forge, wordless heart bullet of dancing lyricism)
language- a vesuvian mouth;
Pompeii and Herculaneum,
buried under the fire rocks of Italy.
language- a golden bracelet-
on the tip of my tongue
language- a prophecy
speaking in tongues
language- a symbol for thought
Transcending the empire
language- a diamond in the quicksand
building our house to dissolve
language- a winter’s night
faded under sky of muslin
language-a barrier of stone
between the silver guard and the tomb of the unknown
language- a stronghold entrenched
in the apple of our eye's
The corridors of my soul
language- a loaded gun
(We forge, wordless heart bullet of dancing lyricism)
language- a vesuvian mouth;
Pompeii and Herculaneum,
buried under the fire rocks of Italy.
language- a golden bracelet-
on the tip of my tongue
language- a prophecy
speaking in tongues
language- a symbol for thought
Transcending the empire
language- a diamond in the quicksand
building our house to dissolve
language- a winter’s night
faded under sky of muslin
language-a barrier of stone
between the silver guard and the tomb of the unknown
language- a stronghold entrenched
in the apple of our eye's