The Plethora Project

Look at you through a wide-angle lens
In very deep sleep
I saw your ideas in its hiding places
With very long charmed eyes.

South Pole was ablaze
With your Atlantis gram
Pole in the cold
With you lying there (lying there, lying there).

Soul damage will be purified
From morning twilight to twilight zone
My desire is melt with the aurora / mix up with the aurora
With snow-blinded eyes.

North Pole at your right hand
You can’t close your eyes
Seasonal Affective Disorder
vemod and tears, vemod and tears.

While me in sound asleep feelings
Talk like elephants with elephants.

So did I feed my legs?
So did I rest my arms?
So did I fall to pieces?
Did fall to pieces.

While me in sound asleep feelings
Talk like elephants with elephants.