Dream Of The martlet

 Deformed and cloudy shadow in the immense total emptiness of heaven and earth. No drift limits. Dream Of The martlet. The jugular of the Moon. In the gaps of the gaze. In the robe of his eyes. Under the shade of a bamboo forest. Riding on wind languages. Rainbows creeping undulating across the ground through the unrestrained attack of beauty. No recovery rates. Reactivation of oblivion. Reduction of phenomenological details. Anomalies of mental travel in imaginary time. The hours are ritualized. Anchorage of daily reality turns ties into ties, installing the immutable beneficial perpetuity for the fruit.