i live in a thousand mirrors of the marvelous
a weightless rhythm
singing like flickering mud
drinking in the lady of the moon
her river of dreams
clothed in conch shells and goat lungs
she loves me against her soft feet
against cotton puffs and the consecration
......
i live in a thousand mirrors of the marvelous
a weightless rhythm
singing like flickering mud
drinking in the lady of the moon
her river of dreams
clothed in conch shells and goat lungs
she loves me against her soft feet
against cotton puffs and the consecration
......