Deathless Sun Turns Though Ash
twenty five years arranged in sequence and from the east the night 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
