Desire rise in inner cradle
and manifests into outworld
where beauty is designed purely
by Man's fargoing hold
Waves trembling in his tired mind
He doesn't know where shall he start
But suddenly the light from nowhere
will shine through undisturbed heart
They call it Loom, the Omniweaver
The art that makes all dreams come true
The spirits ruling over Matter
Shall come to knees by seeing you
Thy perfectness must be with you
To overwhelm their threats and cry
Do not behold patterns they draw
for anyone who sees shall die
In the embroidery they show
Discern the ties that bind your flesh
Run mind's eye from head to toe
and turn your body into ash
Conjure the space to rip itself
A fabric fade in the disdain
With steady gait of fearless Man
Plunge in the hands of vain
Феерия
© Copyright: Гилберт Явик, 2011
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