Ametic

I am the brightest in the shadows Outlining my face and my radiating eyes Posing softly under autumnal light Solemnly I rest my eyelids over the deep river And but in my hands Proximal pain I walk the green earth of dark blue marble Lines in the soil and into godlike sands I burn the flame of ancestry of the tropical sun And the rain burns a fire so enrapturously great The juvious melody of feminine trance Like the electric streams against the bronze sky And like the ravens and crows that flutter in dreams I am the ametic I am the ametic I am the ametic I am the ametic I am the ametic I am the ametic I am the ametic I am the ametic And I line the rain And I line the rain And I line the rain And I line the rain And I line the rain And I line the rain And I line the rain And I line the rain And I line the rain I am from everyone, marble mirror Clasping its creases like the hinge to fly I am from everyone, marble mirror Clasping its creases like the hinge to fly I am dream in dream, I'm towering dream Towers are luminescence and I'm colossus I line the rain I line the rain Abonne-toi