Androcebesstill

My eyes are an unsettling earthquake?

Why do I look at what makes me blind?

I lie, and I rest.

Oh Androcebesstill.

Weakness is a travelling dog.

It is time to unhold me?

Oh happiness isn't an illusion.

And sadness is not my loved one tonight.

Matchsticks of long lost lungs.

Ridden by the sweetness of dreams.

Held by the fields of Cebes.

To Flanders, Prussia, and Andromeda.

My eyes like something.

My eyes don't deceive.

But my ears do.

Is the end of the World in the past?

Is the future still to come?

Fountains in the sky?