Ataraxia – Colouring Nocturnal Lemons lyrics
Album: The Moon Sang On The April Chair / Red Deep Dirges Of A November Moon
Flakes of lights
flakes of voices
wherever pirouetted
like a primigenial chaos
like a futurist site
gushing rainbows
gushing darkness
evaporated we...
ethereal we...
in the glass dome
flakes of light
while clementines and lemons
rest
in the sharp teeth
of fire-clay fishes
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