Wash The Sins Not Only The Face

Poured away into a shallow Pool of oils, spilling colours Mesmerised by her visage Appearances emulsified Stationed at the basin's edge A fisherman waiting to catch The prize that lies beneath the screen Of gold and blues and tangerines When she grow

Intrepid heart, a daunting task All eyes on the paler path Calcite cleaves, the light it leads Where clouds part, to skies clear Impelled to find, for peace inside Just what does lie in other minds I'll leave this place, I'll disappear Elucidating by

.A semblance of truth, this semblance of me Strikes such a chord, it deafens my ears. Keep your head on, collect yourself It's all I can do to assemble myself. The hooks act quick, the barbs dig deep With eagerness as the sickle reaps. I feel blood f

We locked a steely gaze That made us shiver. Caged in the concaves, We were cast in silver. And in our rapture we saw Faces, vibrating. And to our horror we thought That our eyes were failing. Spear this terrible fish, The glass it ripples. Clear wat

Shapes melt in the air The horizon becomes a tear You cut quite the figure I watch you shimmer Scratching my eyes, The castles in the skies are towering. I see you standing there, Bent double in the glare You are stooping. The sky is on the sand, The

I saw myself soundly sleeping Supine, divine, lost in dreamtime Leave me here, in the reaches Cut the silver cord to ribbons Slow wave slumber tears asunder Subtle bodies travel higher Leave me here, in the reaches Cut the silver cord to ribbons Wake