Wall horizon / Canaan

The rainbow is a black blade 
and a caravan lurches in the dreams of a man. 

Behind this gate-cage crawl the faceless voyants  
With dreams like a keyhole. 

They know that the avenue of death is scattered with spots, 
and their aimless caravan slowly drown in this seadesert. 

This is Unsunland, where the Sleep is stonevagrant 
Where The Absence is a selfcurtain 
Where the Unmoon is a gray piece of china. 

Iris white - black glass 
Light has no horizon - black, 
Hong delight, carrion of a kiss, 
Pitch - black snow, milk tar. 

The white iridescent eye is full of worms and luminescent promises 
It has the conscience that this sky is the ground of the dead. 
Wall horizon