Pandora’s Clock
K.I.F.O.T.H.
Fundamentum Divisionis (2001)

The fact angel behind tree in commonplace pleasure bark. Narcotic substance’s gown. Moist palm of content. Something on surface. A contact with another world will burn the written dirt. To search power of conviction in the mud elicited up truth-depth. Eyes on wrinkly nails points. Steel in heart beneath the graceful rider’s skin by the road without lighting moon. Red-hot gun’s kiss is cutting itself into the chest of appeased. Unbecoming quiet aversion to yield to the believers being believing to blunt self-indulgence. Reconciling is the delight’s prison. To discover the evolution way. The habitual shoulders are decided to dissect up a conjecture body. To fuse up all cells. Exceed fondness beyond horizon of the condemnation.