By A Pool

Of Amber Water

A Sticky Smell

Of Carrion Kind

Integrates With Nature Slowly

Green Fields I Offer You

Snowy Mountains In Present Air

The Sunflower Tongue

On A Wave Comes The Saturn King

To Grant The Man On The Beach

Surfing On His Orbital Rings

A Frightened Mental Vortex We'll Be

A Sun We Seek, A Sun We Flee

A Scar

Upon Mother Earth

A Nebular Each

The Desolate One

The Desolate One

The Desolate One