Magnificence swallowed in dream sized liqueurs.we are as if the Carnivores of sweat, the night and tempestuous time. Such Willful prisoners of this sepia sun present. Trying to find the whole blue universe on a granitic island, holding in itself millions of years and millions of us .redefining the colors of war with self.laying ever steady in desire and distance, absorption and scatter.We are diffuse love, airglow travellers and found in all 53 blues of the cyanometer.our skins nothing but shades of burn, fire throwers in disguise, we are the collective tears of the lives from which we have run.the great escape artists, bleeding for every ending. Intoxicated on our consciousness. Light ray catchers, inhabitants of tycho, duality seeker and carriers of endless change.