I fold my eyes in visions,
Unfurling the spread called jam,
Capes are aflutter with meaningful love,
With joy the death is far away like a
Mountain so furious when far.
By day and by night my loves are crawling
Into a cave for better accomplishments,
Rays of light enter the eyes of such visions
That the dark happening is fighting,
Eyes are like eels that strike at the night waters.
We feel terror in places, finding the wishes
Of an oracle is wrong,
But eyes matter more in entire holes of purity,
The whole shadow is forsaken,
The picture of accomplishment strays far.
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