Hey Concentric Circles, Blinking reveals the true visage of beauty hidden within your eyes. Cities crumble, skies ignite spontaneously in your presence. How can I help but use your eyes as a means for self-asphyxiation? May you be as vivid as your hallucinations. How it passes there and back again like a tear drop glistening in moonlight. As the bliss slowly rises in my incandescent eluxulator, your mere presence has a euphoric effect upon me. Your intoxicating reflection can but incorporate freely into the powerful surface of a disintegrating mirror set afloat upon a swarm of locusts. Your wonderfully bright soul keep the demons from torturing me. Your hair sends forth a sheen remniscent of golden sunlight winding through shadows. The skin I shed is a perfume that makes water bubbles so terribly clear to me. I keep searching for you between the cushions. Your sweet voice is like the application of aloe vera upon a sunburnt back. In your presence even my shadow acquires the sensation of touch.
