THE QUIVERING ISLAND
In the misty fogs of your time, the vacuum- ocean, exhales. And in slow motion, unveils one of it’s many secrets: The Island. The Island. The Island stops and flows Light comes and goes This is the island of Dust and Mirrors. moved by your touch and of it’s quiver Island stop and flows Light comes and goes But be aware of the Islands mystics it’s heart is mirror facing…