Stars lie wounded on tongue's skin, sonorously glowing, Orgasm envy drips from flower chalices. How long does a moment last when time melts away? Exposed on an island of liquid glass, Vacationing in another dimension where shadows dance. Layers of memories packaged in plastic, Preserved like butterflies in amber. Cosmic and silly, thoughts swirl about, Eerie magic penetrates bone marrow. Baffling loss of reality makes clocks melt, Dreamlike states in literature defoliate, Words fall like autumn leaves from book pages. Moss images grow on forgotten canvases, Colors of music paint symphonies in the air. Body language speaks in tongues of light, Let body language speak, that is, converse, In gestures of smoke and mirror shards. Feel what you don't know, taste the invisible, Secret Austrian goes home to dreams of sand. Migration is a concept connected with people, But with it come culture, habits, music, Cuisine and thoughts on wings of silk. Perhaps there are letters between the other letters, That we don't know, hidden in dimension folds. Fire thieves steal flames from soul nights, Tomorrow returns as a winged yesterday. Die and smile! In the dance of metamorphosis, Where sonorous glow fades to mute ash.
