I stand on shattered mirrors,
Petrified, absorbing, reflecting, transmute,
...In dreams where ardent shapes cover the barren horizon, For a sudden moment i saw her,
Wearing no veils of illusion, hidden,
manifested but unseen
...To experience the inmost bloom,
One must pa** the guardian of the threshold
And approach the locus of bone,
Are our dreams solely wandering
Between the abyss, earth and sky