is shinning clock is spinning backwards mind lurching forward and through the silence the dawn is
pulsing black wind, wind of nerves soul not a iron soul of crisis fragile psyche impulse held
rigid grasping somnambulance - submission spoonfed deliverance assured by motion withheld
by force, flicker awaken and leave your body the pulse has slackened from all corners the
girders are straining a dim spectre carries you forward minutes decipher eternal tremours
racing underground arise recognise advance with eager steps - hello friend sound and
parameter held in balance blue gossamer eternally focussed minute pressure splits
concentration to grasp the world - a field full of weeds i once had a frame i once held a glimpse
i went inside the ancient place pillars of moisture mustangs delivered evening beguiling - i
forgot it all