IAll things are shaped in darkness
It may all started like dreams do, in the heart of a maze in the deepest of darkness, where reason lurks tongueless.
(The bottom of the sea, full of blind creatures and monsters)
A flash ignites and suddenly everything, everywhere, the color and the shape that burns in our retina.
(Every flower, skies, neon lights, all that’s flesh and crystal towers)
Our eyes futile to contain the world and all its hours, found their way into the dark.
(Rooms filled with red light like the wombs of our mothers)
We learned the craft of caging time, to fix our dreams in baths of silver salts and acid.
(The many faces you will have and have had appear slowly down the water)
The big illusion is revealed…