Oneiric Realisations

Opening horizon, sketching an ever-spreading temporality
 I float upon the flickering surfaces of the atmosphere
 Twisting scales of light apart through a silky curtain of vacuity
 That shades with the curves of my crystal wings
 Darker than nightfall
 Burst the sun through heaven's vault
 To wave the confused layers of bifacial realisations
 To make ether as earthly as the blackening dawn
 Aren't those curves mine?
 Or did the morning mist mark these bounds to tear up my mind?
 Is this moth's path just a fantastical line?
 Or is my being but a piece of its mind?
 Dream of mine
 Piece of mind
 Nightmare's blind
 Sightless line
 Fleet the heartbeats of a forever closed path
 As the last shreds of my onereic hopes disperse
 Aren't those curves mine?
 Or did the morning mist mark these bounds to tear up my mind?
 Is this moth's path just a fantastical line?
 Or is my being but a piece of its mind?
 Dream of mine
 Piece of mind
 Truth, vicissitudes of soul and contingency
 As many tears dropping within circles of causality
 Am I that name? Or a thousand of dreams?
 Rising and dying in a intangible parabola