Mountains become heavy like dust Towers will stand like smoke Ages tighten to become aes Entering the levitation Feet would crave for solid ground Lost in vast forbidden ground Fell from clouds on sacred ground In the mills of thought are being ground Mountains dust Towers smoke Ages aes In levitation Swans hang from the heavy clouds Moon swam like a forgotten sin beneath Towards the bottom Through the lucid roof rose the-hanged-birds Heavy like statues of copper In levitation as in an ethereal dream Swans became heavy to remain silent As the stream will sink Back to top
