comfort.. lies in cotton
stuffed in a cover,
patchings of flowers, and clouds
that we lose ourselves in and float on
to the direction of our tranquil memories.
The passing of time be
reality's end and we offer ourselves to
the silent darkness... to the white heavens...
(we stare at).
Head resting... eyes
hoping for comfort,
our pillows will provide us.
- Arcane Devices