Hello, Hello, We'Re At a Place Called, Vertigo

Trying to make heads out of tails; whatever that means ? Carved from my dear mother's womb; a summer storm's child.. July thirteenth nineteen fifty-nine; nay a wimper his fuzzy little flock Olive complextion reared upon goats milk; deceased at one only to be resurrected While his parents both yet children themselves, wept thus screamed; 'Baby, breathe Stay with me running through fields of daisies ? Drowning amid emerald waters slash Nexus' silver blade hanging out stepping back took a journey at age ten ? Frozen Fragments altared states round about and, back again; silhouetted glass strains Past their portal sill an image; grasping steel bars across the way, her own asylum... Shal these visions remain refrain everything means, something ? Whirlwinds in white Apparitions cloaked of red, numbered doors spiral forest pale his horse; body bags Tithed, her eulogies offerings; this cup always from a crowned white rocking chair ? Making Heads from tales bartered dreams time baby, breathe; tether ties umbilical seeds; wax windows.