Open your heart to this..
Where the feeding of the soul begins
An open field of green in spring..

Under breaking clouds...
Playing the flute under the old olivetree...
My horned friend...
My slithering fiend...

Who death pursuits...
The cubes and spheres
Disappear in broad daylight...
Shimmers of neglect...
Shivers of respect...

Tranquil seas
Morning breeze
Islands of serene delight...
Where waves hit the shore
In a pulsing rythm..

As prayed to the stars..
As received from the gods...
The demons run amok
In persistence...
Listening to glistening fragments...

The shadowplay against the sheet..
.. held up by the puppetmaster..
...tells stories of heroes in ancient times.

The puppeteer.
The musketeer
The grey wise seer...

As the land slides on..
As the boils of soil erupt
In flaming orgasms...
Questionmarks dissapear..
Dissolved by the lions in the fire..

The are's and be's and what become's of us...
Encrypted on the inside of the marbled skull..
Melt under the pressure of the glacier..
The crack that sounds tells all the stories..

Agh... humanoids....
Agh... androids...

Still...
Silent...
Forever...