Nystagmus, the answer

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