quarter past
clear recollections
sleep
hanging
dense through
perpetually
unfamiliar
hallways
this hour
is for dead
languages
pulling the fire
closer
wandering
into the chart room
moonlight
to trace my finger
upon the map
quarter past
clear recollections
sleep
hanging
dense through
perpetually
unfamiliar
hallways
this hour
is for dead
languages
pulling the fire
closer
wandering
into the chart room
moonlight
to trace my finger
upon the map