I've shovelled through dust to find you To the point I heard the sound of your mind Memories displayed a secret gallery Cargo on an unmanned freight-train

 

You tell me the earth is a womb Forging fake centuries Plugging the entrance to a new world Thriving in the realm of your chest

 

A chromium sun gleams in your eyes Like a hatched-out horizon it bleaches the skies The glowing behemoth came back from somewhere And its chromium chest it breathes

 

Your skin is a barrier to another world Centuries gone, just came back Music in a silent universe Ancient echoes from pre-historic birds

 

The desert monument stuttered "Real and dry, hurt and scrape" The hollow moment, battered Is now wiped clean from the sky

 

The chromium sun gives a strict glare Sliding on your limbs, overriding your sphere The hatched-out horizon came back from nowhere On its chromium hands and knees