The Suggestive Sleep

There's a veiled resemblance
of that side in me
nocturnal and deceitful in its fate
practicing the problems of oblivion
reflective limbo on a golden plate

Classical illusions on a wing left spare
meaningless in outbursts all divine
It's that veiled resemblance
of that side in me
repeating faded moments back in line

Beyond these limits of an open mind
a grand illusive field of form applies
axes of convulsion in a bleeding heart
remembrance from the depths
of secret skies
Chemical solutions change the atmosphere
a whirling momentum so sublime
It's that veiled resemblance of that side in me
repeating faded moments back in time

Fictive we shared a vision on parole
the voiceless power of a silent storm.
Now the angle's shattered,
replaced by blind desire
for rest and hibernation and an end...

Between this birth and death
days multiply in solemn state
empty all the images of time passed by
reflective limbo on a golden plate.