Through me, sunlit beam of eyes
roll, a wave of fluctuation, on repeat
Nystagmus, the answer
Double pane frames collects dust
The visions of stone and cobble seen in sepia sights
As, by landscape provisions, grandeur lives by the mortar hand of mortals
Fused minerals by energetic grips secures the power of comfort
Alignment through meaningful creations, fabricated states of stars
moonlit beams of I, declare, through me, a return to source