I am plotting a geometry
the vectors trace eternity
and I am not the man you thought I was
I am kinder than I used to be
and stronger than a cypress tree
I’m breathing fourteen different shades of love
A slim spike slips through December’s frost
I dream of being not so lost
a time before the time after I fell
And I dreamed I found the path again
the labyrinth come to its end
I dreamed that I was staring in the well
Dawn comes and still deep inside
the carnal crimson depths of dreamstide
wrapped in sleep away from cold December
And I woke to mirrored in grey skies
A deadness I felt in my eyes
did you dream? she said I said I don’t remember
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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