Light radiates through the portal Flickering beacon of lightning Rippling with whirs and gigs Feeding into the vortex of sight This must lead to hell For why else does it make me linger In the darker hours of the night Gazing upon, as Tantalus must have, Objects of desire Untouchably
Idle Steps Vol. 2, 3.11.25 “Lap Top"
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