To the Circle Amber

When I fly to the flame, to the

circle amber. When I fly to the flame, to the circle

amber. When I walk into the abyss, shining through a

mirror like blood, taking my shape. A sinner, the weirdest thing

I've seen. In a dirty order, my head and

I know, destination, searching for a place of madness

with one starless night. With only laughter,

how to be patient when something is all violent? We used to live in freedom