Along the world axis. The Empress lay sleeping. To the rhyme of the. Of the, of the star clock. . Seven sleepers. Seven sages. Seven ladders to the. To the seventh heaven.
In the presence of another world. You guess the things unguessed. In the fullness of another world. There is no emptiness. . In the promise of another world.
Imaginos, approached the sun. In August in New Hampshire. Singing songs, nobody knew. And stories left undone. . See this fish. His scales turned green under such a sun.
Fresh from zones of moisture. And afterwards the meat. With spangles on my long-tailed suits. And songs to haunt the one that's saved. . Just call me Desdinova.