Prior to the forces of primacy Concealed by the essence, the profane Withdraws in manners of erosion Spine of the universal conflicts Swept towards
["The human brain is a tyrannical despot" - Louis-Ferdinan Céline (1894-1961).] From the lonely, grey bricks of inaccessible places to the massive
Awakened by the hands of Autumn The hands which made me sleep Straight in the eyes of Winter Was a shadow, vague yet deep A creature, spine of the essence
I came from the utter fields Carving shame on the tender shields On my path I wandered high Acknowledged beneath the sky The hate I carried, recalling
Through every thought. On every surface. Crossing every idea. Lifting, gentle movements. A certain direction. Turning tides, opening skies. Measuring
Mountains higher than mind can fly Oceans deeper than sorrow A distance of furious dreams Random fields of tension Where the sun comes blinding When the
Existential matters ignite in circulation. A motion to bend, towards the swift end. Encompassing a visionary plead to defend. Liberation of the five
In the hour before dawn The Nordic mirror lies black yet calm Reflects my shadow and heaven above The frost force the ocean up Past the shores towards
Through milleniums of winter so waste I have passed eras to following time I have faced the force of the nocturnal course Where the winter comes resounding
Celebration of life in all its forms. The visionary scope of wonders. Confluent and figural scenery. The resilient existence of the past. As a drone
Incorporation Analysis Space/time, travel, silence, and freedom Combinations Flash back - fast forward Repetition and rearrangement Internal/external
Awakened by the hands of Autumn The hands which made me sleep Was a shadow vague yet deep A creature, spine of the essence Drifting in the wind, clad
Peeling the layers to expose the facts was like spraying and ancient painting with ammonia Faces melted, colours turned pale, shapes lost their vivacity
Seconds, minutes and hours The pace, a momentary notion Sand, stone and mountain The entwinement of time and erosion Children, youth and the man A pristine
A new dawn is rising To enlight the ruins of the future As a distant echo from the past Circles above , roves of the skyline Circles above, roves the
White petals Red lines Highest heaven Deepest mines Vertically green This is how it's seen I never thought the world would come to this I never thought
We're ensnared by the fate if persistence As the forces of nature interact To weather slope and mountain, close and by distance Creating expanding ventifacts
There was a time A time when every moment showed A place where the symphonies shone Through branches and leaves The symphonies of nature... There was