I pull myself up 3 inches,
prolonging my shadow to slip through the gaps,
my souls cuts the ornamented gates,
beyond became larger and full,
and how pieces of mine dance,
within this hollow ground,
upwards like balloons;
but it stood mighty high as ever,
enslaving the lights and eyes.
to succumb around it?
to lie that i am able…
prolonging my shadow to slip through the gaps,
my souls cuts the ornamented gates,
beyond became larger and full,
and how pieces of mine dance,
within this hollow ground,
upwards like balloons;
but it stood mighty high as ever,
enslaving the lights and eyes.
to succumb around it?
to lie that i am able…
—~ Dome of Rock
