The Land Of Sand Of Gold Of Ruin

Decoding

hyerogliphic omens

astonished

I feel

in the opal sphere

astonished

astonished

I feel

Where do you bring me to die, honey hands...

where do you bring me to die..?

Monosyllable

of perceptions

dug

with the fountain-pen end

on the heart

dug

dug

with the fountain-pen end

where do you bring me to die, honey hands...

where do you bring me to die..?

Your frame

yeld to the pain

in your bowels

silent sons we are

moulds

in your moving urn

moulds

in your moving urn

where do you bring me to die, honey hands...

where do you bring me to die..?

absence, distance, loss...

solitude, lack, sleep...

essence, floating, infinity...