Leandra & Creusa over Hormuz

She flies and she flies, and they show each other their promised land that cums cream and nougat.




They don't know where they are, but the warmth of the oxygen is mild, and the day is eternal over that place: Hormuz Faber Castell.


When Hypnos rubs his wing of butter on their brain, and they fall victim of the sleep, they sleep floating

because floating they sleep, at the yellowful of that land of perpetual evening, they sleep.


And all this happens in synchro, over Hormuz Faber Castell, where the hour stands still at 6:35 PM of any day of June

forever



Because the rain never falls over there, and the sol illuminates in parallelepiped angle those inundated grasses, watered by the menstruum of stationary Nixes.




Leandra just arrived from her terrestrial life, brought by Thánatos, she was a minor pythonist of the Anthology


and the temple where she dedicated her life as prophetess was not like that of the Cumaean Sibyl: it was a horrible place with a pit full of methane.




Before her death, the temple snakes licked her ears clean so that she was able to hear the future

and in the future she saw Creusa

with her ears she saw her


through the methane of the ditch, in the agonal delirium tremens of her dissolution, she saw her.



So when hypnos rubs his wing on their brain, and they fall victim of the sleep, they sleep floating
because floating they sleep at the perpetual yellowful of that land.


And all this happens in synchro, over Hormuz Burzaco, where the hour stands still at 6:35 PM

of any day of June

forever.