marble fields

heigh helen, something was born in the mirza's dream, and then left in the tomb of the effigies, fast as the rolling seasons bring, the copies we made in the gale wind, synchronicity, on a great pixel throne footage shows, rolling the gods on the palace beach, there is hardly an afterlife mirrored here, but there flutters a shadow of sanctuary, synchronicity, with the psi copy, synchronicity, now these marble fields, still lay in tact, brimming with prime, still forming, time couldn't bottle the five stone rings, nor leave you marooned on the sea machines, synchronicity, with the psi copy, synchronicity, the hydra white head of delusion, brought forces of more than a million, and caused the stone angles to glisten, now various species have told me, to wield a harvesting sickle, and fear not the after responses, we'll swim with tides of lake lerna, fast charms are on route to forever, while dreaming of young capricorn, now these marble fields, still lay in tact, brimming with prime, still forming. and time couldn't bottle heigh helen, and time couldn't bottle heigh helen