East is where the western heart resides

The sun lips of the desert

Become a deafening child

Parched in the sun

A group of men in time

And journey from afar to

A dawning of a new

Adrift and he will come into the morning

God of distant white

And the teeming lips

Astral shapes are found

Breaking into fragments

Astral shapes

Breaking in fragment's light

Breaking into the night