The Shining

A  gelid  gust  pervades  the  waste.
Wet  dust  I  breathe,  mildew  I  taste…
An intimate moan, cold and fierce
Vitreous pulsing, bricks to pierce

Matters To  believe,
Imposed To  achieve.
Matters To  believe,
Crossed  over  dreams.

Sortid liquors weeping in time
Soaking walls, an enchanting shine

Matters To  believe,
Imposed To  achieve.
Matters To  believe,
Crossed  over  dreams.