'Fog Palace' by Philip Hinge & Club Superette (presented by Catbox Contemporary) at Plague Space, Krasnodar

Beyond the candles burning, I sea past you
To the astral ocean rising in high tide 
My face is a river, water from a thousand tears floats in streams
Shivering through the shallow haze
Strangers explored the crypts 
Turning the esoteric gifts I possess 
Into mania at the portal to the shrine

Here where the days were nights and the nights were magic 
With their throne in these shadowhalls
The sky is a lonely place, an endless consuming space
Taking me astray into the moonlight above these shores 
I watch the feathers like Snow in the Winter

Seen yet impossible to gaze through
Mist and dust were now in this deathsleep cavern
The dreams and wonders slip through your fingers 
Absorbing me into cryogenic system 

Human Birds watch the sky
Spirits marching in fields of mist
Grim and bleak raised
To the banks of the rivers at 
The edge of the forest by the fog palace