Consumed By Horizons Of Fire (Minsk)

A storm beyond what eyes can see but read my palm till the end. Deafening smoldered persistence a rift never destined for mend. A somber lament insignificance. Lines traced in your eyes no repent. Horizons of fire dance with gypsy intent. Lustfully wisdom blankets our eyes. Hypnotized by fires inside. A Vessel unearthed and burning and learning to burn alive. A sway of hand has taken our sight. Tint of drum hint of light.