an ocean of sand pours forth from her mouth, she is the goddess of shores, she is the temple of knowledge flooded with golden specs, she is the unknown specter, the phantom of the pale, the heavenly palladium born under another sun. deep in the thralls of desire i lie buried, buried in the death of knowledge, devouring all beginnings, the sand falls between my fingertips and the radiant glow of ancient reflections catches my eye, i’ve seen the mirrors of other faces and have rarely seen my own, i’ve called out to a generation, a vicious horizon of many masks, if death is a hall of mirrors then life is a blinding sun. long live that phantom that crowds my flesh, long live this sand that mounts me, long live the flaws that make this all real, i am but a dream, i am like a night rolling on forever, between the lampposts at the end of the road, becoming unaware.