Esk In Dimension

Fall
Date escalate between the Sun and the Moon
Winters introduction to Neptune
And Venus doom
Is that too soon
Interject the feelings brought from the souls still in tombs
The arts prestine loom
Upon the tell of skull deep swoons
Inside the noon
Seconds stop on the middle woke
Deeper still does the weakness steep before strength comes plume
Arrange the dunes
Say sage does soothsayer tests til tune
Within reason does the ode ever come to rune
Upon the seeth
A seekers dwelt before the hatred stool
The stake of set of sunset grip to of still distress
Does one wence only had to table payment
Breaking after taking what was made from most understood come whom
Do not pass
At last so harsh doth dense does pass
From is to time take me into the black hole
My past you know
Streamlines deeply went to wince
Periods of past to tense
My mockery of what lasts does doth since
And haven't heart from put pasts in sense
Burnt trails remind the smell of what's sense
Like inoculated breathing from the beginnings of what's meant
I can sense
I can dream
Before the day comes Sun to Moon and I fall just between