Zoë Keating - Fern

the desert sky is covered in a thin haze, an opposing ocean in which our minds drift, but yet in which we wish to drown further beneath, in the third horizon cradled between the dimensions, the zenith of our descent, a folding doorway into stellar spaces beyond, death and life intermixed and faded to gray, then under the banner of the divine conundrum coalescing into celestial beasts of all colors, where the planets, moons and stars are orbs of swirling light, creation and destruction unified in an astral cyclic peace.