{holding in mind the matters of sleep, time, and a luxurious brass dome}
{All this translates to:  sleeping in a luxurious prison dome}



listen for lies and heartfelt innocence
unbound tribulence sweeping  my moments
excel in baleful swing
day forthcoming
with love
on seared hearts
stand true in audience
welcoming walls bar no eyes but your own
hail and fire pass
water dries
the stars cannot be changed

speak without care but with cause
sleep with the best
painting ice and traversing the clouds
speak then of great truth with closed ears
the dome is your home

your stars burn you still but you will never hold their glory now
brass became your existence
as would a statue in some palace courtyard

your bed was made in truth
your head to rest was created lies
an opiate blanket to comfort
for in concern yours were taken to be directed solely at the present ruling god
at time perceiving the house which sticks in form to crush its hostage
can life in mind extend to allow the ironic to settle
a brushing of skin
murmurs
when you scream will you sleep still