Carpathian Ridge

all we do is talk about the weather in our own cellar language and I want to accept the truism of your perceptions mainly to untangle the plot but I ponder through seasons of augury the intent of seven sisters is perilous like tangent lines and turns us into oblivious receivers overcome by the haunting remorse myths are lost with quiet humility in another rebirth of blue moon the uncontrollable power of destruction is slowly getting into our penetrable thoughts and strangely I'm your artificial hero god lowered by the stage machinery the elemental barricade of transitional gateways even your tormented vision of love dancing through the fourth dimension we're chasing the unstable happiness fighting the wakefulness of irrational age we're awakened in self-sacrifice universe born under the sign of the rabbit we're expecting the divine intervention by precise creation of water and metal we collapse to each other as weeks go by